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The Life and Public Service of General Zachary Taylor: An Address
Ограничен достъп - 2019
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Страница 30 - Are hidden and lost in the depth of the grave. The peasant whose lot was to sow and to reap ; The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep; The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread, Have faded away like the grass that we tread.
Страница 29 - Oh ! why should the spirit of mortal be proud ? Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, He passeth from life to his rest in the grave. The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade, Be scattered around, and together be laid; And the young and the old, and the low and the high, Shall moulder to dust, and together shall lie. The infant a mother attended and loved ; The mother that...
Страница 55 - So the multitude goes — like the flower or the weed That withers away to let others succeed ; So the multitude comes — even those we behold, To repeat every tale that has often been told.
Страница 29 - The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye, Shone beauty and pleasure — her triumphs are by; And the memory of those that beloved her and praised, Are alike from the minds of the living erased. The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne; The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn; The eye of the sage and the heart of the brave, Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave.
Страница 31 - For we are the same our fathers have been : We see the same sights our fathers have seen: We drink the same stream, and view the same sun, And run the same course our fathers have run. • The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would think ; From the death we are shrinking our fathers would shrink ; To the life we are clinging they also would cling : But it speeds for us all, like a bird on the wing.
Страница 25 - There is a poem which has been a great favorite with me for years, which was first shown to me when a young man by a friend, and which I afterwards saw and cut from a newspaper and learned by heart. I would," he continued, "give a great deal to know who wrote it, but I have never been able to ascertain.
Страница 41 - And now the din of battle nears the fort and sweeps obliquely by; a gleam of hope flies through the half imprisoned few; they fly to the wall; every eye is strained — it is — it is — the stars and stripes are still aloft! Anon the anxious brethren meet; and while hand strikes hand, the heavens are rent with a loud, long, glorious, gushing cry of victory ! victory!! victory!!!