English Ancestral Homes of Noted Americans

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J.B. Lippincott, 1915 - 313 pages
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Page 312 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Page 220 - After some six weeks fatting amongst those Salvage courtiers, at the minute of my execution, she hazarded the beating out of her own brains to save mine; and not only that, but so prevailed with her father, that I was safely conducted to Jamestown...
Page 220 - God thus to make her his instrument, or her extraordinarie affection to our Nation, I know not: but of this I am sure; when her father with the utmost of his policie and power, sought to...
Page 52 - Hook of Holland's" shelf of sand, And grated soon with lifting keel The sullen shores of Fatherland. No home for these ! — too well they knew The mitred king behind the throne ; — The sails were set, the pennons flew, And westward ho ! for worlds unknown.
Page 239 - Because you will never pay more than half price for anything ; and I must have full price for my horses." The bantering reply set Mrs. Washington laughing, and her parrot, perched beside her, joined in the laugh. The general took this familiar assault upon his dignity in great good part " Ah, Lee, you are a funny fellow," said he ; " see, that bird is laughing at you.
Page 264 - That which lures a solitary American in the woods with the wish to see England, is the moral peculiarity of the Saxon race — its commanding sense of right and wrong...
Page 175 - THAT which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Page 229 - Were you not afraid to come into my fathers Countrie, and caused feare in him and all his people (but mee) and feare you here I should call you father; I tell you then I will, and you shall call mee childe, and so I will bee for ever and ever your Countrieman.
Page 45 - But after these things they could not long continue in any peaceable condition, but were hunted and persecuted on every side, so as their former afflictions were but as fleabitings in comparison of these which now came upon them.

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