The American of the Future: And Other Essays

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C. Scribner's Sons, 1909 - English - 355 pages

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Page 140 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed...
Page 113 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Page 170 - Ignorant people may object that the upper lakes are fresh, and that cod and whale are salt water fish. But let them know, sir, that cod, like other fish when attacked by their enemies, fly into any water where they can be safest; that whales, when they have a mind to eat cod, pursue them wherever they fly; and that the grand leap of the whale in that chase up the Fall of Niagara is esteemed, by all who have seen it, as one of the finest spectacles in nature.
Page 96 - Shall it be love, or hate, John ? It 's you thet 's to decide ; Ain't your bonds held by Fate, John, Like all the world's beside ? Ole Uncle S. sez he, " I guess Wise men forgive," sez he, " But not forgit ; an' some time yit Thet truth may strike JB, Ez wal ez you an...
Page 111 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Page 4 - ... To leave the gates unguarded ? On thy breast Fold Sorrow's children, soothe the hurts of fate, Lift the down-trodden, but with hand of steel Stay those who to thy sacred portals come To waste the gifts of freedom. Have a care Lest from thy brow the clustered stars be torn And trampled in the dust. For so of old The thronging Goth and Vandal trampled Rome, And, where the temples of the Caesars stood The lean wolf unmolested made her lair.
Page 280 - I had occasion to say the other day to Elizabeth Hoar that I like best the strong and worthy persons, like her father, who support the social order without hesitation or misgiving. I like these; they never incommode us by exciting grief, pity, or perturbation of any sort. But the professed philanthropists, it is strange and horrible to say, are an altogether odious set of people, whom one would shun as the worst of bores and canters.
Page 119 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe Such boastings as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
Page 182 - Words borrowed of antiquity, do lend a kind of majesty to style and are not without their delight sometimes.
Page 333 - Most men make the voyage of life as if they carried sealed orders which they were not to open till they were fairly in mid-ocean.

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