Memorial Addresses on the Life and Character of John Alexander Logan: Delivered in the Senate and House of Representatives, February 9, to 16, 1887, with the Funeral Services at Washington, D.C., Friday, December 31, 1886

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U.S. Government Printing Office, 1887 - 213 Seiten
 

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Seite 133 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Seite 168 - The clear conception, outrunning the deductions of logic, the high purpose, the firm resolve, the dauntless spirit, speaking on the tongue, beaming from the eye, informing every feature, and urging the whole man onward, right onward to his object — this, this is eloquence; or rather it is something greater and higher than all eloquence, it is action, noble, sublime, godlike action.
Seite 168 - The graces taught in the schools, the costly ornaments, and studied contrivances of speech, shock and disgust men, when their own lives, and the fate of their wives, their children, and their country, hang on the decision of the hour. Then words have lost their power, rhetoric is vain, and all elaborate oratory contemptible.
Seite 10 - I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close. And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Seite 10 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Seite 135 - Thro' either babbling world of high and low ; Whose life was work, whose language rife With rugged maxims hewn from life; Who never spoke against a foe...
Seite 173 - Ireland, flowed in the same stream, and drenched the same field. When the chill morning dawned, their dead lay cold and stark together : in the same deep pit their bodies were deposited : the green corn of spring is now breaking from their commingled dust : the dew falls from Heaven upon their union in the grave.
Seite 128 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Seite 152 - Dost thou look back on what hath been, As some divinely gifted man, Whose life in low estate began And on a simple village green ; Who breaks his birth's invidious bar, And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance, And grapples with his evil star...
Seite 7 - Let not him that putteth on the harness boast himself, as he that putteth it off," 1 Kings xx. 11. In this respect, as well as some others, the day of a man's death is better than the day of his birth, Ecc.

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