The Spirit of the Age, المجلدات 1-2

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William Henry Channing
Fowlers & Wells, 1850

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الصفحة 162 - Then none was for a party ; Then all were for the state ; Then the great man helped the poor, And the poor man loved the great ; Then lands were fairly portioned ; Then spoils were fairly sold : The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old.
الصفحة 109 - The Night is mother of the Day, The Winter of the Spring, And ever upon old Decay The greenest mosses cling. Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall ; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope with all ! 4th lit month, 1847.
الصفحة 3 - Nay, but O man, who art thou that repliest against God ? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why hast thou made me thus...
الصفحة 109 - Then the parson might preach and drink and sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring; And modest dame Lurch, who is always at church, Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch. And God, like a father rejoicing to see His children as pleasant and happy as he, Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel, But kiss him and give him both drink and apparel.
الصفحة 17 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
الصفحة 33 - And, as their splendour flashed and failed, We thought of wrecks upon the main, — Of ships dismasted, that were hailed And sent no answer back again. The windows rattling in their frames, The ocean...
الصفحة 186 - ... we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight ; I repeat it, sir, we must fight. An appeal to arms, and to the God of Hosts, is all that is left us.
الصفحة 221 - For now the Poet cannot die, Nor leave his music as of old, But round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry : ' Proclaim the faults he would not show Break lock and seal : betray the trust Keep nothing sacred : 'tis but just The many-headed beast should know.
الصفحة 221 - He gave the people of his best : His worst he kept, his best he gave. My...
الصفحة 60 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.

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