Stone Mountain: Or, The Lay of the Gray Minstrel

Johnson-Dallis, 1923 - 277 sider
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Side 264 - Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light. What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight. O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Side 94 - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest— if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow. Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Side 243 - E'en the slight harebell raised its head, Elastic from her airy tread : What though upon her speech there hung The accents of the mountain tongue — Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear, The listener held his breath to hear.
Side 219 - ... and when he died he was literally loving a nation into peace. Fit and dramatic climax to a glorious mission, that he should have lived to carry the South's last...
Side 263 - Who saves his country, saves himself, saves all things, and all things saved do bless him ; who lets his country die, lets all things die, dies himself ignobly, and all things dying curse him.
Side 243 - His strength was as the strength of ten, Because his heart was pure.
Side 256 - South to produce her — a civilization whose exquisite but fallen fabric now belongs to the dust of dreams. But we have not lost the blood royal of the ancient line; and in the veins of an infant Southland still ripples the heroic strain. The Confederate woman, in her silent influence, in her eternal vigil, still abides. Her gentle spirit is the priceless heritage of her daughters. The old queen passes, but the young queen lives; and radiant, like the morning, on her brow, is Dixie's diadem.
Side 213 - I am afraid of nothing on earth, or above the earth, or under the earth, but to do wrong. The path of duty I shall endeavor to travel, fearing no evil, and dreading no consequences.
Side 264 - A Union of lakes and a union of lands, A Union of States none can sever, A Union of hearts and a Union of hands, And the flag of our Union forever.
Side 173 - Belle of the Union," ahe was the most fascinating figure in the social and literary world of the South in ante-bellum days. She was a grand-daughter of George Walton, one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence for Georgia, afterwards Governor and Chief Justice of the State and a Senator of the United States.

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