History of the Carlock Family and Adventures of Pioneer AmericansMarion Pomeroy Carlock, 1929 - 654 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Abraham Carlock Abraham Willard Abraham-War Adam April 21 Army Augusta County battle Bloomington Apr brother Calif Captain CARLOCK daughter Carlock family CARLOUGH Charles Child Children Church City Company Confederate daugh David David of Va David¹ descendants died Elizabeth Carlock enlisted Eunice Fancher farmer father FITE France Frederick George Osborn Gerlach German Hanchrist Carlock Hanchrist-War 1776 Henry Honor Roll husband Illinois Indians Isaac Carlock Jackson Jacob Jane Carlock Jersey Job Carlock John Christian John Landis John Tate Joseph Judy July June 18 June 18 June Kimbrough Lemuel Lieut lived Logan County M.O. Oct Madison Marion married Mary McLean County Missouri Moses Nancy Carlock Ohio Overton County Palatines records Regiment River Robert Sangamon Sarah Sept served soldier Tenn Tennessee Texas Thomas Virginia Washington wife William Carlock Winton Woodford County York
Pasajes populares
Página 75 - But watch thou in all things, endure afflictions, do the work of an evangelist, make full proof of thy ministry.
Página viii - There may be, and there often is, indeed, a regard for ancestry, which nourishes only a weak pride; as there is also a care for posterity, which only disguises an habitual avarice, or hides the workings of a low and groveling vanity. But there is also a moral and philosophical respect for our ancestors, which elevates the character and improves the heart.
Página 302 - As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron and maid, The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them.
Página 194 - In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Página v - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth; But higher far my proud pretensions rise, — The son of parents passed into the skies!
Página 75 - For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine ; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears ; And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.
Página 241 - No more shall the war cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead! Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Love and tears for the Blue, Tears and love for the Gray.
Página 298 - 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. 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.
Página 328 - With them I take delight in weal And seek relief in woe ; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
Página 396 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.