John Fitzgerald Kennedy, Jr. 1960-1999: Memorial Tributes in the 106th Congress of the U.S

Strom Thurmond
DIANE Publishing, 1999 - 123 Seiten
Memorial tributes given by Senators to John F. Kennedy, Jr., the son of late Pres. John F. Kennedy, after his tragic death, along with his wife Carolyn and sister-in-law Lauren Bessette, in his private plane when it crashed into the sea near Martha's Vineyard on July 16, 1999. Includes a tribute by Rep. Eliot Engle of NY; Statements by Pres. Clinton and V.P. Gore; Memorial Services, Church of St. Thomas More: Special Tribute by Sen. Ed Kennedy, Readings by Anne Freeman and Caroline Kennedy Schlossberg, John's sister; Commentary and Tributes from various newspapers and mag., inc. Editor's Letter, George Mag., which John had edited; and Statement of Paul Kirk, Chmn. of the John F. Kennedy Lib. Fdn.

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Seite 7 - Give me my Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Seite 39 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Seite 12 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Seite 20 - Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country!
Seite 94 - And even in our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
Seite 116 - Youth is not a time of life ; it is a state of mind. It is...
Seite 39 - Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Seite 39 - Death is nothing at all - I have only slipped away into the next room - I am I and you are you - whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Seite 24 - I don't think there's any point in being Irish, if you don't know that the world is going to break your heart eventually.
Seite 8 - ... the less comfortably on this account. Mr. Lathrop is able to testify to the fact, by no means a surprising one, that he wrote verses at college, though the few stanzas that the biographer quotes are not such as to make us especially regret, that his rhyming mood was a transient one. " The ocean hath its silent caves, • Deep, quiet and alone. Though there be fury on the waves, Beneath them there is none.

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