Variosa: A Collection of Sketches, Essays and Verses1911 - 266 strani |
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... father of our poet . This was Captain William Henry Timrod , himself a man of literary taste and cul- ture , and a poet of delicate fancy and exuberant spirit . He edited at one time a literary periodical , published in Charleston , and ...
... father of our poet . This was Captain William Henry Timrod , himself a man of literary taste and cul- ture , and a poet of delicate fancy and exuberant spirit . He edited at one time a literary periodical , published in Charleston , and ...
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... father , and also that his mother was a highly cul- tivated and refined woman , passionately fond of all the sights and sounds of wood and field , and in close sympathy with all the mystery and gladness of nature we are not surprised to ...
... father , and also that his mother was a highly cul- tivated and refined woman , passionately fond of all the sights and sounds of wood and field , and in close sympathy with all the mystery and gladness of nature we are not surprised to ...
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... fathers and guaranteed to them by the con- stitution of the United States - the right of self- government , the right to homes in a land purchas- ed with the blood of their fathers and sanctified with the deeds of statesmen and heroes ...
... fathers and guaranteed to them by the con- stitution of the United States - the right of self- government , the right to homes in a land purchas- ed with the blood of their fathers and sanctified with the deeds of statesmen and heroes ...
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... father found beneath the " lowest depths " of sorrow " a still low- er depth , " and the black night assumed a blacker hue as the raven of despair spread his noiseless wings and croaked to ghostly troops of dead and dying hopes . Yet ...
... father found beneath the " lowest depths " of sorrow " a still low- er depth , " and the black night assumed a blacker hue as the raven of despair spread his noiseless wings and croaked to ghostly troops of dead and dying hopes . Yet ...
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... fathers and grandfathers ; we must exhume materials that have long lain buried under the tide of progress ; and we must chase into the darkness men and things that like the birds of night fled away at the first rays of light that ...
... fathers and grandfathers ; we must exhume materials that have long lain buried under the tide of progress ; and we must chase into the darkness men and things that like the birds of night fled away at the first rays of light that ...
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A. P. Hill army artillery battle BATTLE OF CHANCELLORSVILLE beautiful brave breastworks brigade caisson called Carolina cavalry Chancellorsville cheer child Confederate cradle darkness dead death depths dream earth enemy eyes face faithful fame feel field fire foot cavalry forever Fredericksburg friends gathered gloom glorious glory grave Hampton hand Hayne heart Henry Timrod honor Hooker's hope horse hour human Jake James Westmoreland land light living look manhood memory morning mortal vision moved ness never night ocean passed patriotism Paul Hayne poem poet rebel yell rest road rolling rushed scalawags scene shadows Silas Knight silent soldier sorrow soul sound South Carolina Spartanburg county spirit stand stars stood strong tender things thought tide Timrod troops true truth Wade Hampton whole wild William Jones wonder woods words yards young
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Stran 124 - Shall we build to ambition ? Oh, no ! Affrighted he shrinketh away : For see they would pin him below, In a small narrow cave, and begirt with cold clay, To the meanest of reptiles a peer and a prey.
Stran 45 - I hear a murmur, as of waves That grope their way through sunless caves, Like bodies struggling in their graves, Carolina! And now it deepens; slow and grand It swells, as rolling to the land An ocean broke upon the strand, Carolina! Shout! let it reach the startled Huns! And roar with all thy festal guns! It is the answer of thy sons, Carolina!
Stran 124 - In a small narrow cave, and, begirt with cold clay, To the meanest of reptiles a peer and a prey. To Beauty ? Ah no ! she forgets The charms which she wielded before ; Nor knows the foul worm that he frets The skin...
Stran 228 - I have been writing my thoughts in prose and verse ; history, philosophy, drama, romance, tradition, satire, ode and song — I have tried all. But I feel I have not said the thousandth part of what is in me. When I go down to the grave, I can say like so many others, ' I have finished my day's work,' but I cannot say
Stran 89 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Stran 125 - To the pleasures which Mirth can afford, The revel, the laugh and the jeer ? Ah ! here is a plentiful board ! But the guests are all mute as their pitiful cheer, And none but the worm is a reveller here. Shall we build to Affection and Love ? Ah, no ! they have withered and died, Or fled with the spirit above ; Friends, brothers and sisters are laid side by side, Yet none have saluted, and none have replied.
Stran 125 - The skin which but yesterday fools could adore. For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore. Shall we build to the purple of Pride, The trappings which dizen the proud? Alas! they are all laid aside, And here's neither dress nor adornment allowed, But the long winding sheet and the fringe of the shroud.
Stran 124 - Methinks it is good to be here ; If Thou wilt, let us build— but for whom ? Nor Elias nor Moses appear, But the shadows of eve that encompass the gloom, The abode of the dead and the place of the tomb.
Stran 18 - Tis true thy progress layeth Full many a loved one low. And for the brave and beautiful Thou hast caused our tears to flow ; But always...
Stran 125 - To the pleasures which Mirth can afford ; — The revel, the laugh, and the jeer ? Ah ! here is a plentiful board ; But the guests are all mute as their pitiful cheer, And none but the worm is a reveller here.