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... events of my okish inclination at length determined my me a printer , though he had already one of that profession . In 1717 my brother d from England with a press and letters nation , my father was impatient to have me bound.
... events of my okish inclination at length determined my me a printer , though he had already one of that profession . In 1717 my brother d from England with a press and letters nation , my father was impatient to have me bound.
الصفحة 10
... brother . 4. I stood out some time , but at last was persuaded , and signed the indentures when I was yet but twelve years old . I was to serve as an apprentice till I was twenty - one years of age , only I was to be allowed jour ...
... brother . 4. I stood out some time , but at last was persuaded , and signed the indentures when I was yet but twelve years old . I was to serve as an apprentice till I was twenty - one years of age , only I was to be allowed jour ...
الصفحة 12
... brother had , in 1720 or 1721 , begun to print a newspaper . It was the second that appeared in Amer- ica , and was called the New England Courant . He had some ingenious men among his friends , who amused themselves by writing little ...
... brother had , in 1720 or 1721 , begun to print a newspaper . It was the second that appeared in Amer- ica , and was called the New England Courant . He had some ingenious men among his friends , who amused themselves by writing little ...
الصفحة 17
... Thine individual being , shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements- To be a brother to the insensible rock , And to the sluggish clod which the rude swain Turus with his share and treads upon . The oak. FIFTH READER . 17.
... Thine individual being , shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements- To be a brother to the insensible rock , And to the sluggish clod which the rude swain Turus with his share and treads upon . The oak. FIFTH READER . 17.
الصفحة 38
... brothers and your neighbors , shoulder to shoulder , in the strife of your country . 2. Behold how altered ! The same heavens are , in- deed , over your heads ; the same ocean rolls at your feet ; but all else , how changed ! You hear ...
... brothers and your neighbors , shoulder to shoulder , in the strife of your country . 2. Behold how altered ! The same heavens are , in- deed , over your heads ; the same ocean rolls at your feet ; but all else , how changed ! You hear ...
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الصفحة 180 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
الصفحة 183 - This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him : then burst his mighty heart ; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
الصفحة 419 - And, if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free. To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
الصفحة 412 - Peace, peace! — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
الصفحة 249 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
الصفحة 430 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
الصفحة 232 - LOCHINVAR. LADY HERON'S SONG. 12. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 428 - Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore. Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
الصفحة 68 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! A SPIRIT PASS'D BEFORE ME.
الصفحة 86 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in, glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.