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| All I saw farther, in the last confusion, / Was, that King George slipped into heaven for one; / And when the tumult dwindled to a calm, / I left him practising the hundredth psalm. | | Uncategorized | |
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| All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage | | Uncategorized | |
| All who joy would win - Must share it - happiness was born a twin | | Uncategorized | |
| All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin. | | Happiness | |
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| America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people. | | Uncategorized | |
| An old man / With an old soul, and both extremely blind. | | Uncategorized | |
| And having wisdom with each studious year, in meditation dwelt, with learning wrought, and shaped his weapon with an edge severe, sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer. | | Uncategorized | |
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| And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep | | Uncategorized | |
| And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, / Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord! | | Uncategorized | |
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| And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade | | Uncategorized | |
| Are we aware of our obligations to a mob? It is the mob that labor in your fields and serve in your houses -- that man your navy, and recruit your army -- that have enabled you to defy the world, and can also defy you when neglect and calamity have driven them to despair. You may call the people a mob; but do not forget that a mob too often speaks the sentiments of the people. | | Uncategorized | |
| Arm! Arm! it is - it is - the cannon's opening roar! | | Uncategorized | |
| As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands. | | Uncategorized | |
| As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others. | | Uncategorized | |
| As soon / Seek roses in December - ice in June; / Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; / Believe a woman or an epitaph, / Or any other thing that's false, before / You trust in critics. | | Uncategorized | |
