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Página 365 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, " If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, One, if by land, and two, if by sea...
Página 308 - A rude and unshapely chapel stands, Built up in that wild by unskilled hands. Yet the traveller knows it a place of prayer, For the holy sign of the cross is there : And should he chance at that place to be. Of a Sabbath morn, or some hallowed day, When prayers are made and masses are said, Some for the living and some for the dead, Well might that traveller start to see The tall dark forms, that take their way From the birch canoe, on the river shore.
Página 365 - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Página 370 - Percy formed his detachment into a square, enclosing the fugitives, who lay down for rest on the ground, " their tongues hanging out of their mouths like those of dogs after a chase.
Página 141 - ... own distempered passions, which makes me unfeignedly sorry that I had such an hand in those sharp and vehement contentions raised thereabouts to the great disturbance of the churches of Christ. It is the grief of my soul that I used such vehement censorious speeches in the application of my sermon, or in any other writing, whereby I reflected any dishonor upon your worships, the reverend elders, or any of contrary judgment to myself.
Página 310 - ... questions which I put to them. The rest of the morning, even to mid-day, is set apart for seeing those who wish to speak with me. They come to me in crowds, to make me a participator in their pains and inquietudes, or to communicate to me causes of complaint against their countrymen, or to consult me on their marriages and other affairs of importance. It is, therefore, necessary for me to instruct some, to console others, to re'establish peace in families at variance, to calm troubled consciences,...
Página 184 - Your governor is but a subject of King Charles * of England. I shall not treat with a subject. I shall treat of peace only with the king, my brother. When he comes, I am ready.
Página 538 - grows with the growth and strengthens with the strength" of the corporeal system. Destitute alike of knowledge at their birth, the children of one family, or generation, have, in this respect, no advantage over those of another. All, the high as well as the low, the rich as well as the poor, have every thing to learn. No one was ever born a Newton or an Edwards. It is patient, vigorous, and long continued application that makes the great mind. All must begin with the simplest elements of knowledge,...
Página 500 - I love my country's pine-clad hills, Her thousand bright and gushing rills, Her sunshine and her storms; Her rough and rugged rocks, that rear Their hoary heads high in the air In wild, fantastic forms.