A Southern Home in War TimesBroadway Publishing Company, 1914 - 93 Seiten |
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afraid Ah wan's banjo Blue Mose bress cabin Captain Beverly Cindy Confederate Confederate flag cornbread Corporal Dority dance dark dis heah Domineck door dust dust to dust eggnog Eliza Elizabeth Emily Ephraim exclaimed eyes face field foh sho Freedman's bureau gay headdress girl go nowha Grandman gwine toh hab toh hand hearts Henry Clay Hether horse kitchen ladies laid Lawd little Egbert look Madeline Stuart Madeline's Mammy Massa meal Minty Miss mistress morning Mose and Lucy negress negro never niggah nuttin Oaks owner Phyllis pickaninnies place down heah plantation pone poor man's pudding porch pow'ful sang servants side Silas sister slave sojer soldiers sorrow South Southern army Squire Stars and Bars Stuart House suttany sweet tears tell toh go toh hab toh seh toh tek toh wuk voice wid meh wife woman women young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 66 - No stream from its source Flows seaward, how lonely soever its course, But what some land is gladdened. No star ever rose And set, without influence somewhere. Who knows What earth needs from earth's lowest creature ? No life Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
Seite 29 - 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.
Seite 76 - EARTH to earth, and dust to dust !" Here the evil and the just, Here the youthful and the old, Here the fearful and the bold, Here the matron and the maid In one silent bed are laid ; Here the vassal and the king Side by side lie withering ; Here the sword and sceptre rust — " Earth to earth, and dust to dust...
Seite 55 - BETTER is a dry morsel, and quietness therewith, than a house full of sacrifices with strife.
Seite 39 - Let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.
Seite 67 - The spirits of just men made perfect on high, The army of martyrs who stand by the Throne And gaze into the Face that makes glorious their own, Know this, surely, at last. Honest love, honest sorrow, Honest work for the day, honest hope for the morrow, Are these worth nothing more than the hand they make weary, The heart they have saddened, the life they leave dreary ? Hush ! the sevenfold heavens to the voice of the Spirit Echo : He that o'ercometh shall all things inherit.
Seite 5 - We should live in all the ages of the world in an hour; ay, in all the worlds of the ages.
Seite 6 - Sekunderpoor, beginning about a coss before he reached the village, an old fort of that name, appeared to a little more advantage; but even here the crops seem very scanty, and the ground more than half fallow.
Seite 35 - Three things return not, e'en for prayers and tears— The arrow which the archer shoots at will; The spoken word, keen-edged and sharp to sting ; The opportunity left unimproved. If thou would'st speak a word of loving cheer, Oh, speak it now. This moment is thine own. — Nellie M. Richardson. Music to the mind is as air to the body. —Plato. "The highest mounted mind," he said, "Still sees the sacred morning spread, The silent summit overhead.
Seite 66 - No stream from its source flows seaward, how lonely soever its course, But what some land is gladdened: no star ever rosft and set without influence somewhere. Who knows what Earth needs of Earth's lowest creature? No life can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife, And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.