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... wine : They cannot blot thy spoken words of man , From the memory By all the poison ever was brewed Since time its course began . To - day abhorred , to - morrow adored , So round and round we run , And ever the truth comes uppermost ...
... wine : They cannot blot thy spoken words of man , From the memory By all the poison ever was brewed Since time its course began . To - day abhorred , to - morrow adored , So round and round we run , And ever the truth comes uppermost ...
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... wines , flowers , and lights , covered the oak table of the prison . . . . The meal lasted till the dawn of day . Vergniaud , seated near the centre of the table , presided with the same calm dignity which he had preserved during the ...
... wines , flowers , and lights , covered the oak table of the prison . . . . The meal lasted till the dawn of day . Vergniaud , seated near the centre of the table , presided with the same calm dignity which he had preserved during the ...
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... wine we bear our love to him- The soul of Valazé , if soul he have , Outliving its poor garb of flesh and bone , Or I , or thou , or any piece of dust That walks on legs and calls itself a man ; Here's to his memory ! —and , if he live ...
... wine we bear our love to him- The soul of Valazé , if soul he have , Outliving its poor garb of flesh and bone , Or I , or thou , or any piece of dust That walks on legs and calls itself a man ; Here's to his memory ! —and , if he live ...
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... wine of gods , And converse with the mighty men of yore : Socrates , Plato , Buddha , Mahomet , Homer , Anacreon , Euripides , Ovid and Dante , Shakspere and Corneille , With Cæsar , Antony , and Constantine , With Cleopatra , Hero ...
... wine of gods , And converse with the mighty men of yore : Socrates , Plato , Buddha , Mahomet , Homer , Anacreon , Euripides , Ovid and Dante , Shakspere and Corneille , With Cæsar , Antony , and Constantine , With Cleopatra , Hero ...
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... wine of grief , And will inspire thee more than sparkling Ai Can stir the pulses of a bacchanal . I crave no pardon for the tears I've shed , THE DEATH BANQUET OF THE GIRONDINS . 93 The latest 92 VOICES FROM THE MOUNTAINS .
... wine of grief , And will inspire thee more than sparkling Ai Can stir the pulses of a bacchanal . I crave no pardon for the tears I've shed , THE DEATH BANQUET OF THE GIRONDINS . 93 The latest 92 VOICES FROM THE MOUNTAINS .
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amid bath beauty behold beneath bless breast breath calm cheeks clear Cleon crime crowd curse Danton dark DEAD SEA delight DIONYSIA divine dream dull earth Ellen Evelina Eternity evermore eyes face fair fancies fearful filled float flow flowers GIRONDINS give glory grey owl grief Guizot hand hanging groves happy hate hear heart heaven heavenly hope hour King land light limbs live Lochlin look lord LOUIS PHILIPPE mar delight mighty mind misery morning mountain never night o'er Old opinions pass Place de Grève poor Pyrenees ringdove scorn shine sigh sight SILLERY sing smile song sorrow soul stars strong sunshine sweet tears tell thee There's thine things thou art thou hast thought toil trees truth Twas VERGNIAUD voice wave winds wine wise words world goes round wrong young youth
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Page 194 - Aid the dawning, tongue and pen ; Aid it, hopes of honest men; Aid it, paper — aid it, type — Aid it, for the hour is ripe, And our earnest must not slacken Into play. Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way ! to!
Page 198 - Wait a little longer. There's a good time coming, boys, A good time coming : The people shall be temperate, And shall love instead of hate,"!
Page 160 - A nameless man, amid a crowd That throng'd the daily mart, Let fall a word of Hope and Love, Unstudied, from the heart ; A whisper on the tumult thrown — A transitory breath — It raised a brother from the dust, It saved a soul from death. O germ ! O fount ! O word of love ! O thought at random cast ! Ye were but little at the first, But mighty at the last ! CHARLES MACKAY.
Page 218 - Freshening vigor I ; He in velvet, I in fustian, Richer man am I. Cleon is a slave to grandeur, Free as thought am I ; Cleon fees a score of doctors, Need of none have I : Wealth-surrounded, care-environed, Cleon fears to die ; Death may come, he 'll find me ready, Happier man am I.
Page 197 - There's a good time coming, boys, A good time coming : Hateful rivalries of creed Shall not make their martyrs bleed In the good time coming. Religion shall be shorn of pride, And flourish all the stronger ; ' And charity shall trim her lamp ; Wait a little longer. There's a good time coming...
Page 195 - sa midnight blackness changing Into gray. Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way ! 19 Once the welcome light has broken, Who shall say What the unimagined glories Of the day ? What the evil that shall perish In its ray ? Aid the dawning, tongue and pen ; Aid it, hopes of honest men ; Aid it paper, — aid it type, — • Aid it, for the hour is ripe, And our earnest must not slacken Into play. Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way...
Page 224 - Blessings on Science, and her handmaid Steam ! They make Utopia only half a dream ; And show the fervent, of capacious souls, Who watch the ball of Progress as it rolls, That all as yet completed, or begun, Is but the dawning that precedes the sun.
Page 196 - THE GOOD TIME COMING. THERE'S a good time coming, boys, A good time coming: We may not live to see the day, But earth shall glisten in the ray Of the good time coming. Cannon-balls may aid the truth, But thought's a weapon stronger; We'll win our battle by its aid; — Wait a little longer. There's a good time coming, boys, A good time coming: The pen shall supersede the sword, And Right, not Might, shall be the lord In the good time coming.
Page 213 - They were days when the gallows stood black in the way The larger the town, the more plentiful they ; When Law never dreamed it was good to relent, Or thought it less wisdom to kill than prevent ; When Justice herself, taking Law for her guide, Was never appeased till a victim had died ; And the stealer of sheep, and the slayer of men, Were strung up together — again and again.
Page 206 - No dread of toil have we or ours ; We know our worth, and weigh our powers ; The more we work the more we win : Success to Trade...