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... hear of that ; but anon , when they saw the proper time for it , that they might render his old age as easy as might be to him , they wisely and kindly voted it , " That the labors of the pulpit should be expected from him only when he ...
... hear of that ; but anon , when they saw the proper time for it , that they might render his old age as easy as might be to him , they wisely and kindly voted it , " That the labors of the pulpit should be expected from him only when he ...
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... hear the majestic and awful voice of God's thunder . . . . ( Read Holmes's The Deacon's Masterpiece , infra , pp . 180-183 . ) 9. John Woolman ( 1720-1772 ) was a New Jersey Quaker who left a Journal which is perhaps the only American ...
... hear the majestic and awful voice of God's thunder . . . . ( Read Holmes's The Deacon's Masterpiece , infra , pp . 180-183 . ) 9. John Woolman ( 1720-1772 ) was a New Jersey Quaker who left a Journal which is perhaps the only American ...
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... hear that our counsels are confounded like those of the builders of Babel , and that our States are on the point of separation , only to meet hereafter for the purpose of cut- ting one another's throats . Thus I consent , sir , to this ...
... hear that our counsels are confounded like those of the builders of Babel , and that our States are on the point of separation , only to meet hereafter for the purpose of cut- ting one another's throats . Thus I consent , sir , to this ...
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... hear not , the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation ? For my part , whatever anguish of spirit it may cost , I am willing to know the whole truth ; to know the worst , and to provide for it . I have but one lamp by ...
... hear not , the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation ? For my part , whatever anguish of spirit it may cost , I am willing to know the whole truth ; to know the worst , and to provide for it . I have but one lamp by ...
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... hear a friend Trill forth harmonious ditty , Strange things I'll tell which late befel In Philadelphia City . ' Twas early day , as poets say , Just when the sun was rising , A soldier stood on a log of wood , And saw a thing surprising ...
... hear a friend Trill forth harmonious ditty , Strange things I'll tell which late befel In Philadelphia City . ' Twas early day , as poets say , Just when the sun was rising , A soldier stood on a log of wood , And saw a thing surprising ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.