The Collected Works of Theodore Parker: Discourses of politicsTrübner, 1863 |
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... never one who thought so , or pretended to think so . It requires very little courage to fight with sword and musket , and that of a cheap kind . Men of that stamp are plenty as grass in June . Beat your drum , and they will follow ...
... never one who thought so , or pretended to think so . It requires very little courage to fight with sword and musket , and that of a cheap kind . Men of that stamp are plenty as grass in June . Beat your drum , and they will follow ...
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... never meant for man . The mother that bore him would not know her child . Count the orphan asylums in Germany and Holland ; go into the hospital at Greenwich , that of the invalids in Paris , you see the " trophies " of Napoleon and ...
... never meant for man . The mother that bore him would not know her child . Count the orphan asylums in Germany and Holland ; go into the hospital at Greenwich , that of the invalids in Paris , you see the " trophies " of Napoleon and ...
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... never heard that such a war was a sin ; that to create a war was treason , and to fight in it wrong . They never thought of thinking for themselves ; their thinking was to read a newspaper , or sleep through a sermon . They counted ...
... never heard that such a war was a sin ; that to create a war was treason , and to fight in it wrong . They never thought of thinking for themselves ; their thinking was to read a newspaper , or sleep through a sermon . They counted ...
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... never ebbs since earth began , flows on in spite of war and battle . Stealthily , by the pale moonlight , a mother of Boston treads the weary miles to reach that bloody spot ; a widow she - seeking among the slain her only son . The arm ...
... never ebbs since earth began , flows on in spite of war and battle . Stealthily , by the pale moonlight , a mother of Boston treads the weary miles to reach that bloody spot ; a widow she - seeking among the slain her only son . The arm ...
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... never turned back ; which , though it number less than forty millions , yet holds the Indies , almost the whole of North America ; which rules the commerce of the world ; clutches at New Holland , China , New Zealand , Borneo , and ...
... never turned back ; which , though it number less than forty millions , yet holds the Indies , almost the whole of North America ; which rules the commerce of the world ; clutches at New Holland , China , New Zealand , Borneo , and ...
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Стр. 2 - And I looked, and there was none to help; And I wondered that there was none to uphold : Therefore mine own arm brought salvation unto me; And my fury, it upheld me.
Стр. 155 - Nay, do not think I flatter ; For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe thee ? Why should the poor be flatter'd ? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Стр. 121 - that all men are created equal, and endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights — among which are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness,' I shall strenuously contend for the immediate enfranchisement of our slave population.
Стр. 234 - We see dimly in the Present what is small and what is great, Slow of faith, how weak an arm may turn the iron helm of fate, But the soul is still oracular ; amid the market's din, List the ominous stern whisper from the Delphic cave within, — "They enslave their children's children who make compromise with sin.
Стр. 257 - Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing? The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord, and against his Anointed, saying, Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.
Стр. 148 - In every clime, and travel where we might, That we were born her children. Praise enough To fill the ambition of a private man, That Chatham's language was his mother tongue, And Wolfe's great name compatriot with his own.
Стр. 3 - But I say unto you, love your enemies ; bless them that curse you ; do good to them that hate you ; pray for them that despitefully use you and persecute you.
Стр. 218 - Now, as to California and New Mexico, I hold slavery to be excluded from those Territories by a law even superior to that which admits and sanctions it in Texas. I mean the law of nature, of physical geography, the law of the formation of the earth.
Стр. 70 - HUSH ! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide ; All without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be ; When from heaven he descended, And became a child like thee ! 68...
Стр. 21 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms— the day Battle's magnificently stern array! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse,— friend, foe,— in one red burial blent!