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Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 52 0 Browse Search
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Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 3 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 14 0 Browse Search
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Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing) 8 0 Browse Search
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard) 6 0 Browse Search
Mrs. John A. Logan, Reminiscences of a Soldier's Wife: An Autobiography 6 0 Browse Search
G. S. Hillard, Life and Campaigns of George B. McClellan, Major-General , U. S. Army 6 0 Browse Search
George Bancroft, History of the United States from the Discovery of the American Continent, Vol. 10 6 0 Browse Search
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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Afternoon landscape: poems and translations, chapter 23 (search)
The knock alphabet. Mr. Kennan tells us that Russian prisoners converse with each other in a complex alphabet, indicated by knocking on the walls of their cells. Like prisoners, each within his own deep cell, We mortals talk together through a wall. “Was that low note indeed my brother's call? Or but a distant water-drop which fell?” Yet to the straining ear each sound can tell Some woe that might the bravest heart appal, Or some high hope that triumphs over all: “Brother, I die to-morrow.” “Peace!” “All's well!” Oh, could we once see fully, face to face, But one of these our mates,--once speak aloud, Once meet him, heart to heart, in strong embrace,--How would our days be glad, our hopes be proud! Perchance that wall is Life; and life being done, Death may unite these sunder