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Página 93 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Página 249 - That, on the first day of January, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, all persons held as slaves within any State or designated part of a State, the people whereof shall then be in rebellion against the United States, shall be then, thenceforward, and forever, free...
Página 135 - I would endeavor to have you made equals, and have the best assurance that you should be the equals of the best. The practical thing I want to ascertain is, whether I can get a number of able-bodied men, with their wives and children, who are willing to go when I present evidence of encouragement and protection. Could I get a hundred tolerably intelligent men, with their wives and children, and able to "cut their own fodder,
Página 209 - ... (quoth Crambe) no man alive ever broke wind more naturally ; nay, he seemed to be mightily relieved by it." The rolling of the corpse down stairs made such a noise that it awaked the whole house. The maid shrieked, the landlady cried out Thieves ! but the landlord, in his shirt as he was, taking a candle in one hand, and a drawn sword in the other, ventured out of the room. The maid, with only a single petticoat, ran up stairs, but spurning at the dead body, fell upon it in a swoon. Now the landlord...
Página 242 - GOD'S scales of Justice hang between The deed Unjust and the end Unseen, And the sparrow's fall in the one is weighed By the Lord's own Hand in the other laid. In the prairie path to our Sun-set gate, In the flow'ring heart of a new-born State, Are the hopes of an old man's waning years, 'Neath headstones worn by an old man's tears. When the bright...
Página 146 - ... see brothers murdering each other and keeping me out of my cotton — I carn't, upon my life!" This Neutral British Gentleman, one of the modern time. Supposing Mr. Bull should die, the question might arise: Will he be wanted down below, or wafted to the skies? Allowing that he had his choice, it really seems to me The moral British Gentleman — would choose a front seat with his Infernal Majesty; since Milton, in his blank verse correspondence with old Times, more than once hinted the possibility...
Página 62 - I'm wetted to the bone, An' whin I'm afther shpakin' out. I find meself alone. This Southern climate's quare, Biddy, A quare and bastely thing, Wid Winter absent all the year, And Summer in the Spring. Ye mind the hot place down below? And may ye niver fear I'd dhraw comparisons — but then Its awful warrum here. The only moon I see, Biddy, Is one small star asthore, An...
Página 169 - GUIDING STARS. The planets of our Flag are set In God's eternal blue sublime, Creation's world-wide, starry stripe Between the banner'd days of time. Upon the sky's divining scroll, In burning punctuation borne, They shape the sentence of the night That prophesies a cloudless morn. The waters free their mirrors are ; And fair with equal light they look Upon the royal ocean's breast, And on the humble mountain-brook.
Página 63 - I'll build. And rint it chape to you ; We'll have a parlor, bed-room, hall, A duck-pond nately done, With kitchen, pig-pen, pratey-patch, An' garret — all in one. But, murther ! there's a baste, Biddy, That's crapin' round a tree, An' well I know the crathur's there, To have a shot at me.
Página 92 - And woman — lovely woman ! was there, administering hot drinks to the fevered head, bathing with ice-water the brow of those shivering with the cruel ague, pouring rich gruel over the chin and neck of the nervous sufferer, and reading good books to the raving and delirious. It was with a species of holy awe that I beheld one of those human angels stand a hot coffee-pot upon the upturned face of one invalid, while she hastily flew to till the right ear of a more urgent sufferer with cologne-water.