Letters on the Eastern States

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Wells & Lilly, 1821 - 423 páginas

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Página 11 - Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age, But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both : for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old and rich Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Página 11 - Thou art not thyself; for thou exist'st on many a thousand grains that issue out of dust. Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get, and what thou hast, forget'st. Thou art not certain; for thy complexion shifts to strange effects, after the moon. If thou art rich, thou'rt poor; for, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, and death unloads thee.
Página 10 - Thou art not thyself; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of dust: Happy thou art not: For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get; And what thou hast, forget'st: Thou art not certain; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects...
Página 10 - For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness: Thou art by no means valiant; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more...
Página 144 - But what went ye out for to see ? A man clothed in soft raiment ? Behold, they that wear soft clothing are in kings
Página 10 - Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art (Servile to all the skyey influences) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict. Merely thou art death's fool ; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun, And yet runn'st toward him still.
Página 28 - ... found incurable. A man who has not seen the inside of parties, nor had opportunities to examine nearly their secret motives, can hardly conceive how little a share principle of any sort, though principle of some sort or other be always pretended, has in the determination of their conduct.
Página 298 - ... put confidence in our promises ; for they thought a people who had suffered so much and so long by our means, should be entitled to our first attention ; that therefore, they had sent back the two missionaries, with many thanks, promising that when they saw the black people among us restored to freedom and happiness, they would gladly receive our missionaries.
Página 298 - They rejoiced exceedingly at our happiness in being thus favoured by the Great Spirit, and felt very grateful that we had condescended to remember our Red brethren in the wilderness. But they could not help recollecting that we had a people among us, who, because they differed from us in colour, we had made slaves of, and made them suffer great hardships, and lead miserable lives. Now they could not see any reason, if a...
Página 294 - He gave up his farm, dug up the body of his child, and carried it with him two hundred miles through the forest, to join the Canada Indians.

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