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... admiration for America . JOHN HAMMOND was his name . came to the new land in 1635. After nineteen years ' residence in the Virginia colony he removed to Mary- land , and at length , in 1656 , went on a visit to England . He at once ...
... admiration for America . JOHN HAMMOND was his name . came to the new land in 1635. After nineteen years ' residence in the Virginia colony he removed to Mary- land , and at length , in 1656 , went on a visit to England . He at once ...
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... admiration and love for the heroic leader . It is the old tale of jealousy and corruption in high places . " They began , " says the narrative , " to have Bacon's merits in mistrust as a luminary that threatened an eclipse to their ...
... admiration and love for the heroic leader . It is the old tale of jealousy and corruption in high places . " They began , " says the narrative , " to have Bacon's merits in mistrust as a luminary that threatened an eclipse to their ...
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... admirable degree of domestic felicity , but , at the same time , too much individual independ- ence and a consequent lack of co - operation in culture . movements . The New England system was far more likely to cause greater ...
... admirable degree of domestic felicity , but , at the same time , too much individual independ- ence and a consequent lack of co - operation in culture . movements . The New England system was far more likely to cause greater ...
Page 56
... admiration . They will walk over deep brooks and creeks on the smallest poles , and that without fear or concern . Nay , an Indian will walk on the ridge of a barn or house and look down the gable , and spit upon the ground , as ...
... admiration . They will walk over deep brooks and creeks on the smallest poles , and that without fear or concern . Nay , an Indian will walk on the ridge of a barn or house and look down the gable , and spit upon the ground , as ...
Page 65
... to the man whom he admired and loved above all other colonial figures - John Smith . In closing the story he thus sums up the virtues of the gallant captain : " I shall finish his character with the testimonies of William Stith 65.
... to the man whom he admired and loved above all other colonial figures - John Smith . In closing the story he thus sums up the virtues of the gallant captain : " I shall finish his character with the testimonies of William Stith 65.
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Page 91 - The unity of government which constitutes you one people is also now dear to you. It is justly so, for it is a main pillar in the edifice of your real independence, the support of your tranquillity at home, your peace abroad, of your safety, of your prosperity, of that very liberty which you so highly prize.
Page 236 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 236 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...
Page 348 - Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock and together again, Accept my bed, or narrow or wide, And flee from folly on every side With a lover's pain to attain the plain Far from the hills of Habersham, Far from the valleys of Hall. All down the hills of Habersham, All through the valleys of Hall, The rushes cried Abide, abide...
Page 147 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 43 - I thank God, there are no free schools nor printing, and I hope we shall not have these hundred years. For learning has brought disobedience and heresy, and sects into the world, and printing has divulged them, and libels against the best government. God keep us from both"!
Page 207 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers.
Page 195 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming...
Page 352 - But oh, not the hills of Habersham, And oh, not the valleys of Hall Avail : I am fain for to water the plain. Downward the voices of Duty call — Downward, to toil and be mixed with the main, The dry fields burn, and the mills are to turn, And a myriad flowers mortally yearn, And the lordly main from beyond the plain Calls o'er the hills of Habersham, Calls through the valleys of Hall.
Page 362 - Let me picture to you the footsore Confederate soldier, as, buttoning up in his faded gray jacket the parole which was to bear testimony to his children of his fidelity and faith, he turned his face southward from Appomattox in April 1865. Think of him as ragged, half starved, heavy-hearted, enfeebled by want and wounds...