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... give me liberty or give me death ! " 13. Political writings . Those writers who favored peace and submission to England are no longer remem- Thomas Paine , bered ; those who urged resistance even. PATRICK HENRY MAKING HIS TARQUIN AND ...
... give me liberty or give me death ! " 13. Political writings . Those writers who favored peace and submission to England are no longer remem- Thomas Paine , bered ; those who urged resistance even. PATRICK HENRY MAKING HIS TARQUIN AND ...
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... give peace to the world . He wrote an epic , called The Conquest of Canaan , which is long , dull , and forgotten . He left many volumes and much manuscript ; but the one piece of his work that has any real share in the life of to - day ...
... give peace to the world . He wrote an epic , called The Conquest of Canaan , which is long , dull , and forgotten . He left many volumes and much manuscript ; but the one piece of his work that has any real share in the life of to - day ...
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... give no sight of his papers and no details of his home life to any future biographer who might ask for them . This is unfortunate , for Cooper was a man who always turned his rough side to the world ; but at least we can fall back upon ...
... give no sight of his papers and no details of his home life to any future biographer who might ask for them . This is unfortunate , for Cooper was a man who always turned his rough side to the world ; but at least we can fall back upon ...
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... give room for many poetic fancies and deli- cate pictures . Drake died only four years later . He left behind him at least one other poem , first published The Ameri- can Flag , 1819 . in The Croakers , that will hardly be forgotten ...
... give room for many poetic fancies and deli- cate pictures . Drake died only four years later . He left behind him at least one other poem , first published The Ameri- can Flag , 1819 . in The Croakers , that will hardly be forgotten ...
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... give his time to any profession . To be free , to read , and to live with nature , that was happiness . " A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone , " declared this philosopher of the ...
... give his time to any profession . To be free , to read , and to live with nature , that was happiness . " A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone , " declared this philosopher of the ...
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Page 202 - THESE are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.
Page 116 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Page 201 - There is a just God, who presides over the destinies of nations ; and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone ; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.
Page 99 - During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Page 101 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Page 207 - Still one thing more, fellowcitizens — a wise and frugal government, which shall restrain men from injuring one another, which shall leave them otherwise free to regulate their own pursuits of industry and improvement, and shall not take from the mouth of labor the bread it has earned.
Page 201 - 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 199 - Mr President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty?
Page 209 - In looking forward to the moment which is intended to terminate the career of my public life, my feelings do not permit me to suspend the deep acknowledgment of that debt of gratitude which I owe to my beloved country, for the many honors it has conferred upon me...
Page 75 - Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.