Memorial Addresses on the Life and Character of James Phelan: A Representative from Tennessee, Delivered in the House of Representatives and in the Senate, Fifty-first Congress, Second Session

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U.S. Government Printing Office, 1891 - 70 pages
 

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Page 70 - Life ! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear : — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not ' Good night ' — but in some brighter clime Bid me
Page 4 - Clerk will report the balance of the resolution. The Clerk read as follows : Resolved, That as a further mark of respect to the memory of the deceased the House do now adjourn.
Page 65 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Page 59 - All persons possessing any portion of power ought to be strongly and awfully impressed with an idea that they act in trust ; and that they are to account for their conduct in that VOL. V. N trust trust to the one great master, author and founder of society.
Page 52 - I have asked that dreadful question of the hills That look eternal ; of the flowing streams That lucid flow for ever ; of the stars, Amid whose fields of azure my raised spirit Hath trod in glory : all were dumb ; but now, While I thus gaze upon thy living face, I feel the love that kindles through its beauty, Can never wholly perish ; — we shall meet Again, Clemanthe ! Clem.
Page 25 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight. But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
Page 60 - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.
Page 70 - MY life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground — to die! Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if she wept the waste to see, — But none shall weep a tear for me!
Page 6 - I offer the resolutions which I send to the desk. The Clerk read as follows: Resolved, That the House haS heard with profound sorrow of the death of Hon.
Page 22 - Our years are like the shadows On sunny hills that lie, Or grasses in the meadows That blossom but to die : A sleep, a dream, a story By strangers quickly told, An unremaining glory Of things that soon are old.

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