Proceedings of the Assembly of the State of New York: In Memory of Hon. Frederick E. Perham, Hon. Charles S. Plank, Hon. William F. Donohue, Hon. Mervin C. Stanley, Hon. Jean La Rue Burnett, Hon. William G. Hastings

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Sayfa 109 - Like to the grass that's newly sprung, Or like a tale that's new begun, Or like the bird that's here today, Or like the pearled dew of May, Or like an hour, or like a span, Or like the singing of a swan — Even such is man; who lives by breath, Is here, now there, in life, and death.
Sayfa 94 - Come to the bridal chamber, death ! Come to the mother when she feels For the first time her firstborn's breath ; — Come when the blessed seals Which close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke...
Sayfa 89 - So death is sweet to us, beloved! though we may show you naught; We may not to the quick reveal the mystery of death— Ye cannot tell us, if ye would, the mystery of breath." The child who enters life comes not with knowledge or intent. So those who enter death must go as little children sent. Nothing is known. But I believe that God is overhead ; And as life is to the living, so death is to the dead.
Sayfa 95 - Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun ; the vales, Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods ; rivers that move In majesty ; and the complaining brooks, That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and 'melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Sayfa 94 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word, And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Sayfa 49 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Sayfa 40 - The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death!
Sayfa 109 - E'en such is man ; who lives by breath, Is here, now there, in life and death. The grass withers, the tale is ended ;' The bird is flown, the dew's ascended ; The hour is short, the span not long ; The swan's near death, — man's life is done ! SIMON WASTELL.
Sayfa 96 - There is no death! The stars go down To rise upon some fairer shore, And bright in Heaven's jeweled crown They shine for evermore. There is no death!
Sayfa 82 - tis the draught of a breath From the blossom of health to the paleness of death, From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud ; O, Why should the spirit of mortal be proud ~>. — William Knox.

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