The Balance, and Columbian Repository, 第 3 卷Sampson, Chittenden & Croswell, 1804 |
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... true . dam up the torrent of abuse , w'd from hireling pens , in ftreams profufe ; he arrows aim'd at virtue's head- ' s fair form a coat of mail to spread , ' d a wrong , too great for those to bear , i in filth , and breathe ...
... true . dam up the torrent of abuse , w'd from hireling pens , in ftreams profufe ; he arrows aim'd at virtue's head- ' s fair form a coat of mail to spread , ' d a wrong , too great for those to bear , i in filth , and breathe ...
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... true . Then , to dam up the torrent of abuse , Which flow'd from hireling pens , in ftreams profufe ; To blunt the arrows aim'd at virtue's head- O'er Truth's fair form a coat of mail to spread , Was deem'd a wrong , too great for those ...
... true . Then , to dam up the torrent of abuse , Which flow'd from hireling pens , in ftreams profufe ; To blunt the arrows aim'd at virtue's head- O'er Truth's fair form a coat of mail to spread , Was deem'd a wrong , too great for those ...
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... true , Holt felt no disposi - final notice , pubi tion to give it currency ; but the moment it was prov- ed to be an abominable falsbood , the miscreant seiz- ed on it with avidity , and extended its circulation . Such conduct deserves ...
... true , Holt felt no disposi - final notice , pubi tion to give it currency ; but the moment it was prov- ed to be an abominable falsbood , the miscreant seiz- ed on it with avidity , and extended its circulation . Such conduct deserves ...
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... true religion ? It is either true religion , or that ref pest for it , which , in the ufual state of things , governs the external conduct . Will this external respect for religion make those , who poffefs no higher prin- ciple , true ...
... true religion ? It is either true religion , or that ref pest for it , which , in the ufual state of things , governs the external conduct . Will this external respect for religion make those , who poffefs no higher prin- ciple , true ...
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... true I don't care , we might rather lofe a hundred thousand dol lars every two years , than have a rascally , unprincipled federal aristocratic tory fon of a bh in office . Now did you ever hear the like ? Well there is no rea- foning ...
... true I don't care , we might rather lofe a hundred thousand dol lars every two years , than have a rascally , unprincipled federal aristocratic tory fon of a bh in office . Now did you ever hear the like ? Well there is no rea- foning ...
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第 58 頁 - Wherefore I take you to record this day, that I am pure from the blood of all men : For I have not shunned to declare unto you all the counsel of God.
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第 226 頁 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe!
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第 216 頁 - Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall a while repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.