Supplement to the Connecticut Courant: Containing Tales, Travels, History, Biography, Poetry, and a Great Variety of Miscellaneous Articles, Volume 3

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J.L. Boswell., 1832
 

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Page 378 - They mount up to the heaven, They go down again to the depths : Their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, And are at their wits
Page 392 - There are many more' shining qualities in the mind of man, but there is none so useful as discretion ; it is this indeed which gives a value to all the rest, which sets them at work in their proper times and places, and turns them to the advantage of the person who is possesed of them.
Page 473 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround ; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste ; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death, And all the sad variety of pain.
Page 129 - They loved, but the story we cannot unfold; They scorned, but the heart of the haughty is cold ; They grieved, but no wail from their slumbers will come; They joyed, but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.
Page 432 - Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.
Page 169 - He proved them all — the doubt, the strife, The faint perplexing dread, The mists that hang o'er parting life, All...
Page 129 - The saint who enjoyed the communion of heaven, The sinner who dared to remain unforgiven, The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just, Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust. So the multitude goes, like the flower and the weed That wither away to let others succeed; So the multitude comes, even those we behold, To repeat every tale that has often been told.
Page 129 - tis the draught of a breath — From the blossom of health to the paleness of death, From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud : — Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Page 56 - Eagle rapidly advances, and is just on the point of reaching his opponent, when, with a sudden scream, probably of despair and honest execration, the latter drops his fish : the Eagle, poising himself for a moment, as if to take a more certain aim, descends like a whirlwind, snatches it in his grasp ere it reaches the water, and bears his ill-gotten booty silently away to the woods.
Page 385 - t is given To wake sweet Nature's untaught lays; Beneath the arch of heaven To chirp away a life of praise. Then spread each wing Far, far above, o'er lakes and lands, And join the choirs that sing In yon blue dome not reared with hands.

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