Annals of Iowa

Εξώφυλλο
Samuel Storrs Howe, Theodore Sutton Parvin, Frederick Lloyd, Sanford W. Huff, Charles Aldrich, Edgar Rubey Harlan
Iowa State Historical Department, Division of Historical Museum and Archives, 1893
 

Τι λένε οι χρήστες - Σύνταξη κριτικής

Δεν εντοπίσαμε κριτικές στις συνήθεις τοποθεσίες.

Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων

Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις

Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα

Σελίδα 259 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Σελίδα 13 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Σελίδα 447 - That any and all lands heretofore reserved to the United States by any act of Congress, or in any other manner by competent authority, for the purpose of aiding in any object of internal improvement, or for any other purpose whatsoever, be, and the same are hereby reserved to the United States from the operation of this act...
Σελίδα 188 - There is no death! The dust we tread Shall change beneath the summer showers To golden grain or mellow fruit Or rainbow-tinted flowers. The granite rocks disorganize To feed the hungry moss they bear; The forest leaves drink daily life From out the viewless air. There is no death!
Σελίδα 475 - As hail rebounds from a roof of slate, Rebounds our heavier hail From each iron scale Of the monster's hide. " Strike your flag! " the rebel cries, In his arrogant old plantation strain. " Never! " our gallant Morris replies; " It is better to sink than to yield!
Σελίδα 475 - Of our ribs of oak. Down upon us heavily runs, Silent and sullen, the floating fort ; Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns, And leaps the terrible death, With fiery breath, From each open port. We are not idle, but send her straight Defiance back in a full broadside ! As hail rebounds from a roof of slate, Rebounds our heavier hail From each iron scale Of the monster's hide. ' Strike your flag' the rebel cries, In his arrogant old plantation strain.
Σελίδα 475 - Ye are at peace in the troubled stream; Ho! brave land! with hearts like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be...
Σελίδα 529 - Resolved, That our Senators and Representatives in Congress be and they are hereby requested to use all...
Σελίδα 14 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Σελίδα 12 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.

Πληροφορίες βιβλιογραφίας