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Andrews Appleton April Archives Augustine Heard Benjamin Boston brought Brown building built Burnham Caldwell Capt Captain Castle Hill farm Charles Chebacco Chebacco Parish Church Cogswell command Committee Court Daniel Daniel Appleton Daniel Rogers died Dodge dwelling Ebenezer Essex expiration of service Farley farm Feoffees Francis George George W H. A.
A. 1st Reg Heard Hill Hodgkins Indian Ipswich Isaac James Jewett John Appleton John Choate John Heard John Rogers John Wainwright Jonathan Joseph Joseph Lord July June Kimball Kinsman Lakeman land Lieut Linebrook Lord March Mass master meeting house minister Moses Nath Nathaniel Nathaniel Rogers Newburyport Parish Pastor Perkins petition Potter preached re-enlist regiment Richard Robert Rowley sailed Salem Gazette Samuel Samuel Appleton schooner Selectmen Seminary Sept Sergt ship sloop Smith sold soldiers South Thomas Town voted Treadwell vessels voyage Wade Wainwright Whipple William
Popularne fragmenty
Strona 688 - 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 686 - 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 693 - Bring the good old bugle, boys ! we'll sing another song — Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along, Sing it as we used to sing it fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia. Chorus — " ' Hurrah ! Hurrah ! we bring the Jubilee ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! the flag that makes you free !' So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, While we were marching through Georgia.
Strona 30 - There is none to guide her among all the sons whom she hath brought forth; neither is there any that taketh her by the hand of all the sons that she hath brought up.
Strona 539 - THUS far the Lord has led me on ; Thus far his power prolongs my days ; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home ; But he forgives my follies past, He gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep ; Peace is the pillow for my head ; While well-appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed.
Strona 414 - Providence, had peace, or a repeal of the obnoxious edicts, or other changes, produced the case in which alone the laws have given me that authority; and so many motives of justice and interest lead to such changes, that we ought continually to expect them. But while these edicts remain, the legislature alone can prescribe the course to be pursued.
Strona 693 - When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give him a hearty welcome then, Hurrah! Hurrah! The men will cheer, the boys will shout, The ladies they will all turn out, And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home.
Strona 691 - We're tenting to-night on the old camp ground; Give us a song to cheer Our weary hearts, a song of home, And friends we love so dear.
Strona 688 - IT is done ! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries rock and reel ! How the great guns, peal on peal, Fling the joy from town to town ! Ring, O bells ! Every stroke exulting tells Of the burial hour of crime.
Strona 689 - OH, slow to smite and swift to spare, Gentle and merciful and just ! Who, in the fear of God, didst bear The sword of power, a nation's trust ! In sorrow by thy bier we stand, Amid the awe that hushes all, And speak the anguish of a land That shook with horror at thy fall. Thy task is done ; the bond are free : We bear thee to an honored grave, Whose proudest monument shall be The broken fetters of the slave.