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Pagina 169 - For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day ; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again.
Pagina 73 - But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring : And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Pagina 281 - One of the Kings of Scanderoon, A royal jester, Had in his train a gross buffoon, Who used to pester The Court with tricks inopportune, Venting on the highest folks his Scurvy pleasantries and hoaxes. It needs some sense to play the fool, Which wholesome rule...
Pagina 73 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Pagina 47 - Describe the blow." "I am not good at description." " Show me what kind of a blow it was." " I cannot." "You must." " I won't." The lawyer appealed to the court. The court told the witness that if the counsel insisted upon his showing what kind of a blow it was, he must do so.
Pagina 213 - The rich man has a cellar, And a ready butler by him; The poor must steer For his pint of beer Where the Saint can't choose but spy him. The rich man's painted windows Hide the concerts of the quality; The poor can but share A crack'd fiddle in the air, Which offends all sound morality.
Pagina 45 - On one occasion, about three years before his death, he was preaching to one of the most crowded congregations that ever assembled to hear him. In the middle of his discourse he observed a great commotion in the gallery. For a time he took no notice of it, but finding it increasing, he paused in his sermon, and looking in the direction in which the confusion prevailed, he exclaimed, " What's the matter there ? The Devil seems to have got among you!
Pagina 122 - But he was bailed out," said Ike, who had devoured the residue of the paragraph, and laid the paper in a pan of liquid custard that the dame was preparing for Thanksgiving, and sat swinging the oven door to and fro as if to fan the fire that crackled and blazed within. "Bailed out, was he?