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Seite 123 - That no man shall be compelled to frequent or support any religious worship, place or ministry whatsoever, nor shall be enforced, restrained, molested or burthened, in his body or goods, nor shall otherwise suffer on account of his religious opinions or belief; but that all men shall be free to profess, and by argument to maintain, their opinions in matters of religion, and that the same shall in no wise diminish, enlarge or affect their civil capacities.
Seite 121 - That religion, or the duty which we owe to our Creator, and the manner of discharging it, can be directed only by reason and conviction, not by force or violence...
Seite 101 - If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth...
Seite 58 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Seite 209 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Seite 320 - But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.
Seite 321 - Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, Take life or friends away; But let me find them all again In that eternal day.
Seite 252 - And laugh at that damnable ball ; Tom, I knew you were always a trump. A good right arm, a nervy hand, A wrist as strong as a sapling oak, Buried deep in the Malvern sand — To laugh at that is a sorry joke. Never again your iron grip Shall I feel in my shrinking palm — Tom, Tom, I see your trembling lip...
Seite 252 - Tom, there's naught so sweet As homage shown in mute surmise. Bravely your arm in battle strove, Freely, for freedom's sake, you gave it; It has perished — but a nation's love In proud remembrance will save it. Go to your sweetheart, then, forthwith — You're a fool for staying so long — Woman's love you'll find no myth, But a truth, living, tender, strong.