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Page 297 - Poetry has been to me its own " exceeding great reward ;" it has soothed my afflictions ; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and the beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.
Page 433 - Turning to the other side of the House, where sat Mr. Seward, looking puzzled and demure, and the other ministers, he severally addressed them as he had addressed Mr. Chase. "And I will say to you, Mr. Secretary Seward, and to you, Mr. Secretary Stanton, and to you, Mr. Secretary ." Here he hesitated, and according to the report in a Washington paper of next morning, bent down and asked Mr. Hamlin if he knew who was Secretary of the Navy? Having been informed, he continued in the same loud voice...
Page 210 - But och ! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling! To catch dame Fortune's golden smile, Assiduous wait upon her; And gather gear by every wile That's justified by honour; Not for to hide it in a hedge, Nor for a train attendant; But for the glorious privilege Of being independent.
Page 113 - Greyheaded old men, whose idiotic faces had hardened into a settled leer of mendicancy, and women filthier and more frightful than the harpies, who at the jingle of a coin on the pavement swarmed in myriads from unseen places ; struggling, screaming, shrieking for their prey, like some monstrous and unclean animals.
Page 268 - As he spoke, he threw out his arms, sank back in his seat, and I was really a little apprehensive of his actual dissolution into tears. Hereupon, I spoke, as was good need, and (though, as usual, I have forgotten everything I said) I am quite sure it was to the purpose, and went to this good fellow's heart, as it came warmly from my own. I do remember saying that I felt him to be as genial as the glass of Burgundy which I held in my hand; and I think that touched the very...
Page 183 - ... in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise.
Page 433 - I am a-going for to tell you all that I am a plebeian. I glory in it. I am a plebeian. The people — yes, the people of the United States, the great people — have made me what I am ; and I am a-going for to tell you here to-day — yes, to-day, in this place — that the people are every thing. We owe all to them. If it be not too presumptuous, I will tell the foreign Ministers a sittin' there that I am one of the people.
Page 374 - Tear down the flaunting Lie! Half-mast the starry flag! Insult no sunny sky With Hate's polluted rag! Destroy it, ye who can! Deep sink it in the waves! It bears a fellow-man To groan with fellow-slaves.
Page 243 - THE GREAT CRITICS. WHOM shall we praise ? Let's praise the dead! In no men's ways Their heads they raise, Nor strive for bread With you or me, — So. do you see ? We'll praise the dead! Let living men Dare but to claim From tongue or pen Their meed of fame, We'll cry them down, Spoil their renown, Deny their sense, Wit, eloquence, Poetic lire, All they desire. Our say is said, Long live the dead! BE QUIET, DO
Page 265 - ... intelligence. His profile came out pretty boldly, and his eyes had the prominence that indicates, I believe, volubility of speech, nor did he fail to talk from the instant of his appearance, and in the tone of his voice, and in his glance, and in the whole man, there was something racy — a flavour of the humorist, His step was that of an aged man, and he put his stick down very decidedly at every footfall ; though, as he afterwards told me, he was only fifty-two, he need not yet have been infirm.