Odd Fellows' Literary Casket, Volúmenes1-2Tidball & Turner, 1854 |
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... Never Casket promised more . View its smooth , enameled cover ; In the strange devices there , Look upon your own bright emblems , Graven with artistic care . ' Neath the " eye which never slumbers , " Sun and rolling orbs appear , And ...
... Never Casket promised more . View its smooth , enameled cover ; In the strange devices there , Look upon your own bright emblems , Graven with artistic care . ' Neath the " eye which never slumbers , " Sun and rolling orbs appear , And ...
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... Never Casket promised more . Open now its bright recesses , Slowly turn each lettered page ; See what gems of truth and beauty Glimmer there , for youth and age . Not the pearl lights of the ocean , Or the amber's flashing ray , Rival ...
... Never Casket promised more . Open now its bright recesses , Slowly turn each lettered page ; See what gems of truth and beauty Glimmer there , for youth and age . Not the pearl lights of the ocean , Or the amber's flashing ray , Rival ...
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... never stopping to look about , never asking why this was done , or how that was discovered , or whether it is right , but taking all for granted , they content themselves , by becoming the passive recipient of others ' thoughts ...
... never stopping to look about , never asking why this was done , or how that was discovered , or whether it is right , but taking all for granted , they content themselves , by becoming the passive recipient of others ' thoughts ...
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... never shall I attain the energy of the Russian poet , who said , ' In Russia the Czar and the knout are worship . ed ; and the Russians , O fools ! cry , Hurrah ! it is time to beat us ! ' " The slave - owner , great or small , is never ...
... never shall I attain the energy of the Russian poet , who said , ' In Russia the Czar and the knout are worship . ed ; and the Russians , O fools ! cry , Hurrah ! it is time to beat us ! ' " The slave - owner , great or small , is never ...
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... never to be forgotten . The heroines of stories such as this are never found to be Americans by birth . What a blessed state of things is this ! The virtuous poor with us cannot be reduced to such straits . We have the means , the ...
... never to be forgotten . The heroines of stories such as this are never found to be Americans by birth . What a blessed state of things is this ! The virtuous poor with us cannot be reduced to such straits . We have the means , the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Achish Ahimelech Amalekites angel army beautiful benevolence Big Foot blessings brethren bright brother Cape Horn Casket charity child church Cincinnati dark David David and Jonathan dear death divine duty earth ephod exclaimed eyes faith father fear feel flowers friendship Gibeah Grand Encampment Grand Lodge Grand Master Grand Sire hand happy hath heard heart heaven holy honor hope hour human Indian institution Israel Jonathan Keilah king lady light live Lodge or Encampment look Lord mind morning mother mountain Nabal nature never night noble Odd Fellows Odd-Fellowship officers Order passed peace Philistines poor present principles prison Saul scene session smile society song soon sorrow soul spirit stars Stella Subordinate Lodges sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion truth voice words young Zanesville Ziklag
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Página 92 - And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Página 144 - After laying down my pen I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Página 31 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?
Página 92 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Página 144 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting...
Página 46 - There is a land, of every land the pride, Beloved by heaven o'er all the world beside...
Página 138 - Egypt. Now go and smite Amalek, and utterly destroy all that they have, and spare them not; but slay both man and woman, infant and suckling, ox and sheep, camel and ass.
Página 196 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Página 43 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Página 116 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.