MacPherson, the Great Confederate Philosopher and Southern Blower: A Record of His Philosophy, His Career as a Warrior, Traveller, Clergyman, Poet, and Newspaper Publisher, His Death, Resuscitation, and Subsequent Election to the Office of Governor of LouisianaJ. Miller, 1864 - 209 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abolitionist Algiers answered arms army arose asked Banks's beautiful blood Bonnie Blue Flag bosom Brashear City captured Charity command Confed Confeder Confederate Arithmetic CONFEDERATE SEAL cried Cussed Fool Damned Yankee Davis death Department of Madisonville dilapidated hospitable abode drink drunk election eracy erate exclaimed eyes faith federacy federate flag Fort Jackson glory Governor hand head heaven hereby Honest Jew honor Hotel hundred Idiotic Boy immediately inquired Jackson James Buchanan Jeff ladies letter look Louisiana Lowlands Low Louisiana Rum MACPHERSON Mammoth Brain military multiplies by 50 newspaper nigger Noble Woman oath of allegiance Orleans patriotic Picayune Plato Port Hudson proceeded Proclamation rebel Registered Enemies Reliable Gentleman replied secession secessionists soldiers Solitary Horseman soon Southern Confederacy Southern Source take the oath tears thee thou tion treasury Unhappy Cuss Union United Vicksburg vile voice warrior Weeping Orphan Wigfall
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 136 - Nay, take my life and all; pardon not that. You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
Seite 138 - HUNG be the heavens with black , yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky ; And with them scourge the bad revolting stars, That have consented unto Henry's death ! Henry the fifth, too famous to live long ! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
Seite 165 - Haste me to know it ; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Seite 139 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature, Possess it merely.
Seite 110 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
Seite 121 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Seite 183 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war...
Seite 121 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Seite 149 - Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws, To cast thee up again ! What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisitest thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous ; and we fools of nature, So horridly to shake our disposition, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Say, why is this ? wherefore ? what should we do ? Hor.
Seite 164 - Confederacy, at the very witching hour of night, when churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes forth contagion to the world...