The Masterpieces of the Ohio Mound Builders, the Hilltop Fortifications, Including Fort Ancient[Ohio State Archæological and Historical] Society, 1908 - 126 pagina's |
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Pagina 10 - She saw the commencement of all the governments and of all the ecclesiastical establishments that now exist in the world ; and we feel no assurance that she is not destined to see the end of them all.
Pagina 11 - There is the moral of all human tales ; « 'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past, First Freedom, and then Glory — when that fails, Wealth, vice, corruption, — barbarism at last And History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page...
Pagina 10 - And she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Pagina 68 - For he was fresher from the hand That formed of earth the human face, And to the elements did stand In nearer kindred than our race.
Pagina 56 - ... the field made up by the slaughter of innocence and imbecility. That it was here that a feeble band was collected " remnant of mighty battles fought in vain," to make a last effort for the country of their birth, the ashes of their ancestors, and the altars of their gods. That the crisis was met with fortitude, and sustained with valor, need not be doubted.
Pagina 122 - In the second place we cannot be mistaken in seeing in the work of Fort Ancient striking evidences of an organized society, of intelligent leadership, in a word, of a strong government. A vast deal of labor was done here and it was done methodically, systematically and with continuity. Here again you must think of the conditions under which the work was accomplished. There were no beasts of burden to share the labors of their owners; the work was all done by human...
Pagina 67 - The soul hath quickened every part, — That remnant of a martial brow, Those ribs that held the mighty heart, That strong arm, — strong no longer now ! Spare them, each mouldering relic spare, Of God's own image; let them rest, Till not a trace shall speak of where The awful likeness was impressed.
Pagina 69 - Then they were kind — the forests here, Rivers, and stiller waters paid A tribute to the net and spear Of the red ruler of the shade. Fruits on the woodland branches lay. Roots in the shaded soil below, The stars looked forth to teach his way, The still earth warned him of the foe. A noble race ! but they are gone, With their old forests wide and deep, And we have built our homes upon Fields where their generations sleep. Their fountains slake our thirst at noon, Upon their fields our harvest waves,...
Pagina 25 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Pagina 117 - Ancient was. another large village covering some eight or ten acres, rich in graves and debris; two miles up the river is still a third, so large that it must have been occupied by two or three hundred lodges, while at the mouth of Caesar creek, six miles to the north, are two extensive sites, one in the bottom and the other upon the hill to the south.