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Page 260 - By passion driven: But yet the light that led astray, Was light from heaven.
Page 250 - I trust I have .long since made my peace with the King of kings. No personal consideration shall induce me to abandon the righteous cause of my country. Tell governor Gage, it is the advice of Samuel Adams to him, no longer to insult the feelings of an exasperated people.
Page 77 - ... past fourscore, And climb steep hills, and on dull days Cheer the long hours with learned lore, Or spend thy wit on tales and plays. In summer, thou wast friend of flowers, And, when the winter nights grew long, And music cheered the evening hours, Still clearest was the old man's song. Thus, while thy calm and thoughtful mind The ravages of time survived, Three generations of mankind Dropped round thee, joyless and short-lived. Thou sawest the flowers of youth decay, Half dried and withered...
Page 64 - Low on either margin bending, Drooping elms, their dark boughs blending, Lock their long arms the gorge across, And as the breeze-fanned branches toss, The green leaves fluttering to and fro, But half conceal the surge below, Whiter than the drifted snow ; While the pale mists, all silvery gray, Brood o'er the gulf of boiling spray.
Page 93 - Makes slaves go free, and can make slaves of kings. Thou governest all — the sailor on the wave, The soldier in his tent, the hermit in his cave, The conqueror at his feast, the mourner at the grave.
Page 94 - Thou art o'er all, in all, throughout all time and space ; And if this earth, and the sweet light of day, E'er in chaotic darkness melt away, Thy deep low voice, 'mongst the celestial spheres, Will still sound on throughout the unending years. There wilt thou...
Page 251 - He saw in his mind Andros seized and imprisoned, and the people instituting a new government; he reflected that the citizens of Boston and the country about...
Page 93 - Where'er I bide, thy still small voice I hear, Accusing or excusing, ever near, Judging my love, my hate, my hope, my fear; Sifting e'en dreams, as well as thought and action, Compacts dissolving, sundering the bands of faction.