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Side 103 - Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge ? gird up now thy loins like a man ; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me.
Side 102 - When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; what is man, that thou art mindful of him ? And the son of man, that thou visitest him ? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honor ; thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands. Thou hast put all things under his feet...
Side 121 - ... images on this cold surface traced Make slight impression, and are soon effaced. But we've a page, more glowing and more bright, On which our friendship and our love to write ; That these may never from the soul depart, We trust them to the memory of the heart. There is no dimming, no effacement there ; Each new pulsation keeps the record clear ; Warm, golden letters all the tablet fill, Nor lose their lustre till the heart stands still.
Side 148 - While the Union lasts we have high, exciting, gratifying prospects spread out before us, for us and our children. Beyond that I seek not to penetrate the veil. God grant that, in my day at least, that curtain may not rise. God grant that on my vision never may be opened what lies behind.
Side 103 - Where wast thou when I laid the + foundations of the earth? Declare, if thou hast understanding. Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest ? Or who hath stretched the line upon it ? Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? Or who laid the corner stone thereof, When the morning stars sang together, And all the sons of God shouted for joy ? 3.
Side 24 - Many a piece did I commit to memory, and recite and rehearse, in my own room, over and over again ; yet when the day came, when the school collected to hear declamations, when my name was called, and I saw all eyes turned to my seat, I could not raise myself from it.
Side 148 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood. Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the Republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their original...
Side 118 - When he was gone, my father called me to him, and we sat down beneath the elm, on a haycock. He said, ' My son, that is a worthy man ; he is a member of Congress ; he goes to Philadelphia and gets six dollars a day, while I toil here. It is because he had an education, which I never had. If I had had his early education, I should have been in Philadelphia iu his place. I came near it as it was. But I missed it, and now I must work here.' ' My dear father,' said I,
Side 12 - Its remains still exist. I make to it an annual visit. I carry my children to it, to teach them the hardships endured by the generations which have gone before them. I love to dwell on the tender recollections, the kindred ties, the early affections, and the touching narratives and incidents, which mingle with all I know of this primitive family abode.
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Daniel Webster and the Trial of American Nationalism, 1843-1852
Robert F. Dalzell
Utdragsvisning - 1973