Henry Bowen Anthony: A Memorial

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E. L. Freeman & Company, printers to the state, 1885 - 198 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 98 - Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love.
Pàgina 65 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Pàgina 76 - But strew his ashes to the wind Whose sword or voice has served mankind, — And is he dead, whose glorious mind Lifts thine on high? — To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die.
Pàgina 185 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Pàgina 107 - His rest is by the storm-swept waves Whom life's wild tempests roughly tried, Whose heart was like the streaming caves Of ocean, throbbing at his side.
Pàgina 77 - This was the noblest Roman of them all ... His life was gentle, and the elements So mixed in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, "This was a man!
Pàgina 38 - He is gone who seem'd so great.— Gone ; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something far advanced in State, And that he wears a truer crown Than any wreath that man can weave him.
Pàgina 137 - Resolved, That, as an additional mark of respect to the memory of the deceased, the Senate do now adjourn.
Pàgina 3 - State may deem advisable, be printed in pamphlet form for the use of the General Assembly, under the direction of the Secretary of State.
Pàgina 162 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer: Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.

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