| Jesse Madison Gathany - 1919 - 342 páginas
...their time ? 10 Turn those tracks toward Past or Future, that make Plymouth Rock sublime? They were men of present valor, stalwart old iconoclasts, Unconvinced by axe or gibbet that all virtue was the Past's; But we make their truth our falsehood, thinking that hath made us free, Hoarding it... | |
| 1920 - 202 páginas
...behind their time? Turn those tracks toward Past or Future, that make Plymouth Rock sublime? They were men of present valor, stalwart old iconoclasts, Unconvinced by axe or gibbet that all virtue was the Past's; But we make their truth our falsehood thinking that hath made us free, Hoarding it... | |
| Albert Bushnell Hart, John Gould Curtis - 1901 - 758 páginas
...behind their time? Turn those tracks toward Past or Future, that make Plymouth rock sublime? They were men of present valor, stalwart old iconoclasts, Unconvinced by axe or gibbet that all virtue was the Past's ; But we make their truth our falsehood, thinking that hath made us free, Hoarding it... | |
| Diane Ravitch - 2000 - 662 páginas
...behind their time? Turn those tracks toward Past or Future, that make Plymouth . Rock sublime? They were men of present valor, stalwart old iconoclasts, Unconvinced by axe or gibbet that all virtue was the Past's; But we make their truth our falsehood, thinking that hath made us free, Hoarding it... | |
| Edwin Markham - 1926 - 328 páginas
...behind their time? Turn those tracks toward Past or Future, that make Plymouth Rock sublime? They were men of present valor, stalwart old iconoclasts, Unconvinced by axe or gibbet that all virtue was the Past's ; But we make their truth our falsehood thinking that hath made us free, Hoarding it... | |
| Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1848 - 578 páginas
...their time ? Turn those tracks toward Past or Future, that make Plymouth rock sublime ? " They were men of present valor, stalwart old iconoclasts, Unconvinced by axe or gibbet that all virtue was the Past's ; But we make their truth our falsehood, thinking that hath made us free, Hoarding it... | |
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