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... voice met my ear , saying to me , ' O thou of little faith ! Why so slow to trust in God ? What more has he done for his servants Moses and David than for thee ? From thy birth he has cared for thee . He gave thee the keys to those ...
... voice met my ear , saying to me , ' O thou of little faith ! Why so slow to trust in God ? What more has he done for his servants Moses and David than for thee ? From thy birth he has cared for thee . He gave thee the keys to those ...
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... voice of prayer and the melody of praise rose from his ships on discovering the New World , and his first action on landing was to prostrate himself upon the earth and offer up thanksgivings . All his great enterprises were undertaken ...
... voice of prayer and the melody of praise rose from his ships on discovering the New World , and his first action on landing was to prostrate himself upon the earth and offer up thanksgivings . All his great enterprises were undertaken ...
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... voice awaits thee from the western skies : Indulge no longer that desponding strain , Nor count thy toils nor deem thy labor vain . Thou seest in me the guardian power who keeps The new - found world that skirts Atlantic deeps , Hesper ...
... voice awaits thee from the western skies : Indulge no longer that desponding strain , Nor count thy toils nor deem thy labor vain . Thou seest in me the guardian power who keeps The new - found world that skirts Atlantic deeps , Hesper ...
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... voice : " ( Oh , let the vision rise ! Command , celestial guide , from each far pole , John's visioned morn to open on my soul , And raise the scene by his reflected light , Living and glorious , to my longing sight . Let Heaven ...
... voice : " ( Oh , let the vision rise ! Command , celestial guide , from each far pole , John's visioned morn to open on my soul , And raise the scene by his reflected light , Living and glorious , to my longing sight . Let Heaven ...
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... voice of the storm howls through the rigging . The laboring masts seem straining from their base ; the dismal sound of the pumps is heard ; the ship leaps , as it were , madly , from billow to billow ; the ocean breaks and settles with ...
... voice of the storm howls through the rigging . The laboring masts seem straining from their base ; the dismal sound of the pumps is heard ; the ship leaps , as it were , madly , from billow to billow ; the ocean breaks and settles with ...
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Page 81 - Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power.
Page 82 - The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace! peace!
Page 82 - Gentlemen may cry peace! peace! 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 80 - We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty...
Page 120 - Promote, then, as an object of primary importance, institutions for the general diffusion of knowledge. In proportion as the structure of a government gives force to public opinion, it is essential that public opinion should be enlightened.
Page 79 - We ought to elevate our minds to the greatness of that trust to which the order of Providence has called us. By adverting to the dignity of this high calling, our ancestors have turned a savage wilderness into a glorious empire; and have made the most extensive, and the only honorable conquests; not by destroying, but by promoting the wealth, the number, the happiness, of the human race.
Page 279 - By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Page 303 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Page 280 - Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Page 84 - Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay, — A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.