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... grave yards of Memory , drawing aside the long grass , obscuring these records , and brightening those hidden inscriptions of the heart , over which the moul- dering hand of Time has partially spread the moss of forgetfulness . In the ...
... grave yards of Memory , drawing aside the long grass , obscuring these records , and brightening those hidden inscriptions of the heart , over which the moul- dering hand of Time has partially spread the moss of forgetfulness . In the ...
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... grave . The skill of medicine , the tenderness of friends and relatives availed nought ; and finding death for them both inevitable and near at hand , their only remaining desire was that they might depart at the same time , and ...
... grave . The skill of medicine , the tenderness of friends and relatives availed nought ; and finding death for them both inevitable and near at hand , their only remaining desire was that they might depart at the same time , and ...
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... grave . But an American vessel touching at one of the South Sea Islands , young Lynch was seen and recognized by one of the officers , who brought tid- ings of him to his friends in America . He was a captive in the Islands , condemned ...
... grave . But an American vessel touching at one of the South Sea Islands , young Lynch was seen and recognized by one of the officers , who brought tid- ings of him to his friends in America . He was a captive in the Islands , condemned ...
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... grave faces of the silent worshipers- all these impressed with awe even the most worldly , and with hearts softened and attuned to the praise of God , even the hum of bees , the sound of the mosquito , and the distant whoop of the whip ...
... grave faces of the silent worshipers- all these impressed with awe even the most worldly , and with hearts softened and attuned to the praise of God , even the hum of bees , the sound of the mosquito , and the distant whoop of the whip ...
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... been exchanged for the vesture of the grave , and friends and rela- tives now accompanied her remains , to lay them in the old church - yard by the side of her kindred . MRS . HENRY DAVIS . " Her parents held the OF LYNCHBURG . 33.
... been exchanged for the vesture of the grave , and friends and rela- tives now accompanied her remains , to lay them in the old church - yard by the side of her kindred . MRS . HENRY DAVIS . " Her parents held the OF LYNCHBURG . 33.
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Page 311 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Page 7 - Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind...
Page 152 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 357 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 145 - While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone, as pride and pomp disguise ; Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous...
Page 251 - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me: Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
Page 216 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Page 190 - Lord, who shall abide in Thy tabernacle? Who shall dwell in Thy holy hill? He that walketh uprightly, and worketh righteousness, And speaketh the truth in his heart.
Page 135 - Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Page 77 - TREAD softly ! bow the head — In reverent silence bow! No passing bell doth toll; Yet an immortal soul Is passing now. Stranger, however great, With lowly reverence bow ! There's one in that poor shed — One by that paltry bed — Greater than thou. Beneath that beggar's roof, Lo ! Death doth keep his state ! Enter ! — no crowds attend — Enter ! — no guards defend This palace gate.