Miscellaneous Documents: 30th Congress, 1st Session - 49th Congress, 1st Session, Band 6


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Seite 17 - 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.
Seite 32 - Thy day has come, not gone; Thy sun has risen, not set; Thy life is now beyond The reach of death or change, Not ended — but begun. O, noble soul! O, gentle heart! Hail, and farewell.
Seite 19 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Seite 36 - The question is on agreeing to the resolution submitted by the Senator from Georgia.
Seite 15 - Thus death reigns in all the portions of our time. The autumn with its fruits provides disorders for us, and the winter's cold turns them into sharp diseases, and the spring brings flowers to strew our hearse, and the summer gives green turf and brambles to bind upon our graves.
Seite 15 - The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death Through the still lapse of ages.
Seite 29 - ... boldest, most unscrupulous executive genius in Boss Tweed, who, recognizing the opportunity of the crook in government by party through convention nominations, declared he did not care who elected the candidates so long as he had the power to nominate the ticket.
Seite 3 - Clerk communicate the foregoing resolutions to the Senate. Resolved, That as a mark of respect to the memory of the deceased this House do now adjourn.
Seite 19 - Envy and calumny and hate arid pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain...
Seite 41 - On what strange grounds we build our hopes and fears ! Man's life is all a mist ! and in the dark, Our fortunes meet us.

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