The Memoir and Writings of James Handasyd Perkins, Volume 1

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Trueman & Spofford, 1851 - Ohio

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Page 232 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller betwixt life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength and skill : A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With...
Page 186 - No man shall be deprived of his liberty or property but by the judgment of his peers or the law of the land...
Page 187 - Congress a power to lay and collect taxes, duties, imposts, and excises ; to pay the debts, and provide for the common defence, and general welfare of the United States, and to make all laws which shall be necessary and proper for carrying into execution the powers vested by the Constitution in the Government of the United States...
Page 264 - Woman, believe me, the hour cometh, when ye shall neither in this mountain, nor yet at Jerusalem, worship the Father. But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth : for the Father seeketh such to worship him.
Page 23 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land — Good night...
Page 10 - O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit To his full height!
Page 358 - IT is a beautiful belief, That ever round our head Are hovering, on noiseless wing, The spirits of the dead. It is a beautiful belief, When ended our career, That it will be our ministry To watch o'er others here...
Page 10 - But, ah! we knew a thing or two; Our captain wheeled the van ; We routed him, we scouted him, Nor lost a single man!

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