The Romance of the Civil WarAlbert Bushnell Hart, Elizabeth Stevens Macmillan, 1903 - 418 All about the Civil War. |
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... near Edenton , North Carolina . My master was very kind to his slaves : if an overseer whipped them , he was This is the narrative of a taken down former slave , lips . from her own turned away . Master used No. 2 ] 3 Aunt Charity.
... near Edenton , North Carolina . My master was very kind to his slaves : if an overseer whipped them , he was This is the narrative of a taken down former slave , lips . from her own turned away . Master used No. 2 ] 3 Aunt Charity.
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Albert Bushnell Hart, Elizabeth Stevens. lips . from her own turned away . Master used to whip them himself sometimes , with hickory switches as large as my little finger . My mother nursed all his children : she was reckoned a very good ...
Albert Bushnell Hart, Elizabeth Stevens. lips . from her own turned away . Master used to whip them himself sometimes , with hickory switches as large as my little finger . My mother nursed all his children : she was reckoned a very good ...
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... turned summersets on the green grass ! How their eyes danced with merriment , and their white teeth glistened in the pleasant light ! But as the day wore on they grew weary , and with childhood's first impulse , sought their mother ...
... turned summersets on the green grass ! How their eyes danced with merriment , and their white teeth glistened in the pleasant light ! But as the day wore on they grew weary , and with childhood's first impulse , sought their mother ...
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... turning to St. Clare , she said , - " Augustine , what in the world have you brought that thing here for ? " " For you to educate , to be sure , and train in the way she should go . I thought she was rather a funny specimen in the Jim ...
... turning to St. Clare , she said , - " Augustine , what in the world have you brought that thing here for ? " " For you to educate , to be sure , and train in the way she should go . I thought she was rather a funny specimen in the Jim ...
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... turning a somerset or two , and giving a prolonged closing note , as odd and unearthly as that of a steam - whistle , she came suddenly down on the carpet , and stood with her hands folded , and a most sanctimonious expres- sion of ...
... turning a somerset or two , and giving a prolonged closing note , as odd and unearthly as that of a steam - whistle , she came suddenly down on the carpet , and stood with her hands folded , and a most sanctimonious expres- sion of ...
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Strona 408 - And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head. But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word : "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
Strona 75 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Strona 280 - Sheridan's Ride Up from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away. And wider still those billows of war, Thundered along the horizon's bar; And louder yet into Winchester rolled The roar of that red sea uncontrolled...
Strona 76 - Oh be swift my soul, to answer him ! be jubilant, my feet ! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me: As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Strona 281 - But there is a road from Winchester town, A good broad highway leading down ; And there, through the flush of the morning light, A steed as black as the steeds of night, Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight...
Strona 341 - O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and...
Strona 407 - Over the mountains, winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind : the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Strona 113 - THE word of the Lord by night To the watching Pilgrims came, As they sat by the seaside, And filled their hearts with flame. God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more ; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor.
Strona 115 - Pay ransom to the owner And fill the bag to the brim. Who is the owner? The slave is owner, And ever was. Pay him.
Strona 292 - Stonewall Jackson's way." Ah ! maiden, wait and watch and yearn For news of Stonewall's band ! Ah ! widow, read with eyes that burn That ring upon thy hand. Ah ! wife, sew on, pray on, hope on ! Thy life shall not be all forlorn. The foe had better ne'er been born That gets in