Memorial Addresses on the Life and Services of Marcus Claiborne Lisle (late a Representative from Kentucky).: Delivered in the House of Representatives and Senate


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第 22 頁 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
第 34 頁 - To die, to sleep : To sleep : perchance to dream : ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause...
第 34 頁 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee : Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
第 47 頁 - Resolved, That as a mark of respect to the memory of the deceased the business of the Senate be now suspended to enable his associates to pay proper tribute to his high character and distinguished public services.
第 37 頁 - Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices, to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive...
第 36 頁 - ... future state, he has a clearer insight into those mysteries. However that may be, he becomes full of misgiving and apprehension, and sets himself to the task of calculating and reflecting whether he has done any wrong to any one. Hereupon, if he finds his life full of unjust deeds, he is apt to start out of sleep in terror, as children do, and he lives haunted by gloomy anticipations. But if his conscience reproaches him with no injustice, he enjoys the abiding presence of sweet Hope, that 'kind...
第 9 頁 - The legislative clerk read as follows: Resolved, That the House has heard with profound sorrow of the death of Hon.
第 27 頁 - So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still ; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his last,) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
第 50 頁 - I asked an aged man, a man of cares, Wrinkled and curved, and white with hoary hairs ; " Time is the warp of life," he said, " Oh tell The young, the fair, the gay, to weave it well !" I asked the ancient venerable dead, Sages who wrote, and warriors who bled ; From the cold grave a hollow murmur flowed, " Time sowed the seed we reap in this abode...
第 36 頁 - Be assured, Socrates, that when a man is nearly persuaded that he is going to die, he feels alarmed and concerned about things which never affected him before. Till then he has laughed at those stories about the departed, which tell us that he who has done wrong here must suffer for it in the other world; but now his mind is tormented with a fear that these stories may possibly be true. And either owing to the infirmity of old age, or because he is now nearer to the confines of the future state,...