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Page 630 - SMALL service is true service while it lasts : Of humblest Friends, bright Creature ! scorn not one : The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drop from the Sun.
Page 624 - Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul ; Which long for death, but it cometh not ; And dig for it more than for hid treasures ; Which rejoice exceedingly, And are glad, when they can find the grave?
Page 220 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Page 282 - I am in earnest. I will not equivocate — I will not excuse — I will not retreat a single inch. AND I WILL BE HEARD.
Page 406 - And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him: And they shall see his face ; and his name shall be in their foreheads.
Page 492 - Your mind is tossing on the ocean There, where your argosies with portly sail, Like signiors and rich burghers of the flood ; Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea Do overpeer the petty traffickers That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven wings.
Page 278 - A monstrous crowd of people is in the city. I never saw any thing like it before. Persons have come five hundred miles to see General Jackson, and they really seem to think that the country is rescued from some dreadful danger.
Page 314 - Lord ! one might as well be out of the world as out of Lunnun.
Page 120 - While foreign nations, less blessed with that freedom which is power than ourselves, are advancing with gigantic strides in the career of public improvement, were we to slumber in indolence, or fold up our arms and proclaim to the world that we are palsied by the will of our constituents...