The Library of Historic Characters and Famous Events of All Nations and All Ages, Volumen7

Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Frank Weitenkampf, John Porter Lamberton
William Finley & Company, 1895

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Página 395 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Página 269 - Where'er he turns, he meets a stranger's eye, His suppliants scorn him, and his followers fly...
Página 318 - Where he greatly stood at bay, Whence he issued forth anew, And ever great and greater grew, Beating from the wasted vines Back to France her banded swarms, Back to France with countless blows, Till o'er the hills her eagles flew...
Página 219 - And so he vanish'd: then came wandering by A shadow like an Angel, with bright hair Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud, 'Clarence is come, — false, fleeting, perjur'd Clarence, That stabb'd me in the field by Tewkesbury; Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments!
Página 319 - He is gone who seem'd so great. — Gone ; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something far advanced in State, And that he wears a truer crown Than any wreath that man can weave him.
Página 268 - ... had I but served God as diligently as I have served the king, he would not have given me over in my gray hairs.
Página 398 - Sir, I know not how others may feel (glancing at the opponents of the college before him), but for myself, when I see my alma mater surrounded like Caesar in the Senate House, by those who are reiterating stab upon stab, I would not for this right hand, have her turn to me, and say, et tu quoque, mi fill ! and thou, too, my son ! — He sat down.
Página 318 - Europe-shadowing wings, And barking for the thrones of kings ; Till one that sought but Duty's iron crown On that loud Sabbath shook the spoiler down ; A day of onsets of despair ! Dash'd on every rocky square Their surging charges foam'd themselves away ; Last, the Prussian trumpet blew ; Thro' the long-tormented air Heaven flashed a sudden jubilant ray And down we swept and charged and overthrew.
Página 35 - ... those days, and great was he that sat upon it; but well Joanna knew that not the throne, nor he that sat upon it, was for her; but, on the contrary, that she was for them; not she by them, but they by her, should rise from the dust. Gorgeous were the lilies of France, and for centuries had the privilege to spread their beauty over land and sea, until, in another century, the wrath of God and man combined to wither them; but well Joanna knew, early at Domremy she had read that bitter truth, that...
Página 170 - MY lady carries love within her eyes ; All that she looks on is made pleasanter; Upon her path men turn to gaze at her; He whom she greeteth feels his heart to rise...

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