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... things , That draws oblivion's curtains over Kings , Their sumptuous monuments , men know them not , Their names without a record are forgot . Their parts , their ports , their pomp's all laid in th ' dust , Nor wit , nor gold , nor ...
... things , That draws oblivion's curtains over Kings , Their sumptuous monuments , men know them not , Their names without a record are forgot . Their parts , their ports , their pomp's all laid in th ' dust , Nor wit , nor gold , nor ...
الصفحة 13
... Paul affirming that a single Life was better than a Married . I answer'd That was for the present Distress . Said she had not pleasure in things of that nature as formerly The Colonial Epoch 13 SAMUEL SEWALL (1652-1730)
... Paul affirming that a single Life was better than a Married . I answer'd That was for the present Distress . Said she had not pleasure in things of that nature as formerly The Colonial Epoch 13 SAMUEL SEWALL (1652-1730)
الصفحة 14
Sarah Emma Simons. had not pleasure in things of that nature as formerly : I said , you are the fitter to make me a Wife . If she held in that mind , I must go home and bewail my Rashness in making more haste than good Speed . However ...
Sarah Emma Simons. had not pleasure in things of that nature as formerly : I said , you are the fitter to make me a Wife . If she held in that mind , I must go home and bewail my Rashness in making more haste than good Speed . However ...
الصفحة 15
... thing to see a young man have any thing equal to . ... Though in the prefaces of the useful books which he The Colonial Epoch 15 THE MATHERS-RICHARD (1596-1669); INCREASE (1639– 1723); COTTON (1663-1728)
... thing to see a young man have any thing equal to . ... Though in the prefaces of the useful books which he The Colonial Epoch 15 THE MATHERS-RICHARD (1596-1669); INCREASE (1639– 1723); COTTON (1663-1728)
الصفحة 17
... things : in the meantime , singing forth , with a low voice , my contemplations of the Creator and Redeemer . ... Before , I used to be uncommonly terrified with thunder ; and to be struck with terror when I saw a thunder - storm rising ...
... things : in the meantime , singing forth , with a low voice , my contemplations of the Creator and Redeemer . ... Before , I used to be uncommonly terrified with thunder ; and to be struck with terror when I saw a thunder - storm rising ...
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الصفحة 93 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
الصفحة 32 - Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.
الصفحة 178 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
الصفحة 178 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
الصفحة 33 - But there is no peace! The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? ' Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me — give me liberty, or give me death!
الصفحة 241 - The progress of our arms, upon which all else chiefly depends, is as well known to the public as to myself; and it is, I trust, reasonably satisfactory and encouraging to all. With high hope for the future, no prediction in regard to it is ventured. On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago, all thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil war.
الصفحة 29 - In offering to you, my countrymen, these counsels of an old and affectionate friend, I dare not hope they will make the strong and lasting impression I could wish ; that they will control the usual current of the passions, or prevent our nation from running the course which has hitherto marked the destiny of nations.
الصفحة 291 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
الصفحة 103 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet home ! There's no place like home.
الصفحة 101 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.