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... peaceful , settled governments , this single art has always eminently flourished , and always exercised the greatest sway . For what can be more surprising , than that amidst an infinite multitude , one man should appear , who shall be ...
... peaceful , settled governments , this single art has always eminently flourished , and always exercised the greatest sway . For what can be more surprising , than that amidst an infinite multitude , one man should appear , who shall be ...
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... peaceful preacher lift his head over the cushion , which he alone seems to address , he might discover his au- dience , instead of being awakened to remorse , actually sleeping over his methodical and labored composition . This method ...
... peaceful preacher lift his head over the cushion , which he alone seems to address , he might discover his au- dience , instead of being awakened to remorse , actually sleeping over his methodical and labored composition . This method ...
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... peace . With her the desire of the heart has failed . The great charm of existence is at an end . She neglects all the cheerful exercises which gladden the spirits , quicken the pulses , and send the tide of life in healthful currents ...
... peace . With her the desire of the heart has failed . The great charm of existence is at an end . She neglects all the cheerful exercises which gladden the spirits , quicken the pulses , and send the tide of life in healthful currents ...
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... peace . Such was my love for the whites , that my countrymen pointed as they passed , and said , Logan is the friend of white men . I had even thought to have lived with you , but for H 2 SELECTIONS IN PROSE . 69 INDIAN ELOQUENCE. ...
... peace . Such was my love for the whites , that my countrymen pointed as they passed , and said , Logan is the friend of white men . I had even thought to have lived with you , but for H 2 SELECTIONS IN PROSE . 69 INDIAN ELOQUENCE. ...
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... peace- but do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear . - Logan never felt fear . - He will not turn on his heel to save his life . - Who is there to mourn for Logan ? not one ! " Greenbank's Lectures on America . NIAGARA ...
... peace- but do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear . - Logan never felt fear . - He will not turn on his heel to save his life . - Who is there to mourn for Logan ? not one ! " Greenbank's Lectures on America . NIAGARA ...
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Page 253 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Page 252 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 243 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Page 247 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd. it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,— For Brutus is an honorable man; So are they all, all honorable men— Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Page 246 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, "this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Page 202 - Help me, Cassius, or I sink. I, as .<Eneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar.
Page 280 - His steps are not upon thy paths, - thy fields Are not a spoil for him, - thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: - there let him lay.
Page 253 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Page 52 - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fall upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honor and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.
Page 280 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.