Noble mottoes: talks on the mottoes of great families

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Side 15 - MY days among the Dead are past ; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Side 190 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Side 154 - twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show, Valor and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below. Ramped and...
Side 106 - His glassy essence, — like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Side 51 - Does he not feel that it is as honorable to owe it to these, as to being the accident of an accident ? — To all these noble lords, the language of the noble duke is as applicable and as insulting as it is to myself. But I don't fear to meet it single and alone.
Side 52 - No one venerates the peerage more than I do ; but, my lords, I must say that the peerage solicited me, — not I the peerage.
Side 136 - But ills and woes he may not cure He kindly trains us to endure. Angel of Patience ! sent to calm Our feverish brows with cooling palm ; To lay the storms of hope and fear, And reconcile life's smile and tear ; The throbs of wounded pride to still, And make our own our Father's will...
Side 120 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Side 179 - Make way for Liberty !" he cried, then ran with arms extended wide, as if his dearest friend to clasp; ten spears he swept within his grasp:
Side 40 - Higher, higher will we climb Up the mount of glory, That our names may live through time In our country's story ; Happy, when her welfare calls, He who conquers, he who falls.

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