Memorial Edition of Collected Works of W. J. Fox

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C. Fox and Trübner & Company, 1866

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Page 229 - NOT in the solitude Alone may man commune with heaven, or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the present Deity ; Or only hear his voice Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice.
Page 46 - See these inglorious Cincinnati swarm, Farmers of war, dictators of the farm ; Their ploughshare was the sword in hireling hands, Their fields manured by gore of other lands ; Safe in their barns, these Sabine tillers sent Their brethren out to battle why? for rent ! Year after year they voted cent, per cent., Blood, sweat, and tear-wrung millions why? for rent!
Page 48 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Page 32 - The act of navigation is not favourable to foreign commerce, or to the growth of that opulence, which can arise from it.
Page 28 - Redress the rigours of the inclement clime; Aid slighted truth with thy persuasive strain; Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain; Teach him, that states of native strength...
Page 313 - Words importing the singular number shall include the plural number, and words importing the plural number shall include the singular number : Words importing the masculine gender shall include females : The word
Page 290 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee !" The minstrel fell ! but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ! The harp he...
Page 229 - Thy Spirit is around, Quickening the restless mass that sweeps along ; And this eternal sound Voices and footfalls of the numberless throng Like the resounding sea, Or like the rainy tempest, speaks of Thee.
Page 129 - Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak.
Page 243 - Curse ye Meroz, said the angel of the Lord, curse ye bitterly the inhabitants thereof; because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord, against the mighty.

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