Stone Mountain: Or, The Lay of the Gray MinstrelJohnson-Dallis, 1923 - 277 sider |
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... beauty keep thee bound ? Could not love's winsome witchery hold thee fast To Rabun's cloud - land of enchanted peaks- There , where an unseen Artist of the Woods At work , mixes the magic of the dawn And wakes the wonder of the sunset ...
... beauty keep thee bound ? Could not love's winsome witchery hold thee fast To Rabun's cloud - land of enchanted peaks- There , where an unseen Artist of the Woods At work , mixes the magic of the dawn And wakes the wonder of the sunset ...
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... beauty , but to make The waysides rich in holy sepulchres , - In battle - fields , on which the echoes sleep , - In breast - works , over which the looms of spring Have woven veils of tender violets . Its very air , drench'd with the ...
... beauty , but to make The waysides rich in holy sepulchres , - In battle - fields , on which the echoes sleep , - In breast - works , over which the looms of spring Have woven veils of tender violets . Its very air , drench'd with the ...
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... beauty , like an unknown star , New to the night , a wanderer of the skies , From some deep cavern of the darkness come , To glitter on the great world's firmament , To dazzle and to disappear - then back Into the vortex of unnumber'd ...
... beauty , like an unknown star , New to the night , a wanderer of the skies , From some deep cavern of the darkness come , To glitter on the great world's firmament , To dazzle and to disappear - then back Into the vortex of unnumber'd ...
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... beauty , fill'd her groves With golden marvels , and , on every hand , Rear'd palaces meet for barbaric kings Till lost , the spell cast by Arabian Nights And gone , the magic of Aladdin's Lamp ! These are the Great Eleven - they who ...
... beauty , fill'd her groves With golden marvels , and , on every hand , Rear'd palaces meet for barbaric kings Till lost , the spell cast by Arabian Nights And gone , the magic of Aladdin's Lamp ! These are the Great Eleven - they who ...
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... beauty ; aye , in grandeur's mold , Of substance more enduring than the hills . Pure , calm , unshaken , lofty and alone , Unrival'd by the rocks which round thee rise A peak of crystal , bath'd in crystal skies ! Illustrious compound ...
... beauty ; aye , in grandeur's mold , Of substance more enduring than the hills . Pure , calm , unshaken , lofty and alone , Unrival'd by the rocks which round thee rise A peak of crystal , bath'd in crystal skies ! Illustrious compound ...
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Stone Mountain Or the Lay of the Gray Minstrel: An Epic Poem in Twenty Four ... Lucian Lamar Knight Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2013 |
Stone Mountain Or the Lay of the Gray Minstrel: An Epic Poem in Twenty Four ... Lucian Lamar Knight Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2013 |
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A. P. Hill America ancient Ann Hathaway Athens Atlanta banner battle beauty beneath blood Bloody Marsh boys brave Braxton Bragg brow carve charm Confederate dead Demosthenes Dixie's dream dust echoes England eternal eyes fame field fire flag flower forever fought Freedom's gentle Georgia glorious glory Glory's God's gold golden gray harp hath heart Heaven heights hills History's holy honor hour Howell Cobb immortal Jefferson Davis King land Lawyer Lee's LEONIDAS POLK Liberty life's lift light lingering lov'd matchless memory Memory's molds morning mount mountain muse Nancy Hart nation's never night numbers o'er peace Phi Kappa prince proud radiant RAPHAEL SEMMES rock shrine siege of Lucknow silent sires skies sleep smile song soul South Southern spell Star-Spangled Banner stars Stone Mountain sweet sweeter sword tell thee thunder tomb tongue tower Twas voice wak'd wake yonder
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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.