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| Massachusetts Anti-Slavery Society - African Americans - 1840 - 658 pages
...minglest in the harder strife For truths which men receive not now, Thy warfare only ends with life. Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy...sage may frown— yet faint thou not. Nor heed the shafts too surely cast, The hissing, stinging bolt of scorn ; For with thy side shall dwell at last... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1842 - 638 pages
...weary day and weary year. A wild and many-weapon'd throng Hang on thy front, and flank, and rear. Yet, nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy...not, Nor heed the shaft too surely cast. The hissing, sturging bolt of scorn; For with thy side shall dwell, at last, The victory of endurance bom. Truth,... | |
| William McCarty - 1842 - 482 pages
...weary day and weary year. A wild and many-weapon'd throng Hang on thy front, and flank, and rear. Yet, nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy...lot. The timid good may stand aloof, The sage may frown—yet faint thou not. Nor heed the shaft too surely cast, The hissing, stinging bolt of scorn;... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1843 - 278 pages
...weary day and weary year. A wild and many-weapon'd throng Hang on thy front, and flank, and rear. Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy...aloof, The sage may frown — yet faint thou not, ' 106 THE DEPARTED. Nor heed the shaft too surely cast, The hissing, stinging holt of scorn ; For with... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1843 - 558 pages
...weary day and weary year. A wild and many-weapon'd throng Hang on thy front, and flank, and rear. Yet, nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy...timid good may stand aloof, The sage may frown — yet fault thou not, Nor heed the shaft too surely cast, The hissing, stinging bolt of scorn; For with thy... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 294 pages
...weary day and weary year. A wild and many-weaponed throng Hang on thy front, and flank, and rear. Yet, nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy...lot. The timid good may stand aloof, The sage may frown—yet faint thou not. Nor heed the shaft too surely cast, The hissing, stinging bolt of scorn... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1844 - 136 pages
...weary day and weary year. A wild and many-weapon *d throng Hang on thy front, and flank, and rear. Yet, nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy...not, Nor heed the shaft too surely cast, The hissing, sturging bolt of scorn; For with thy side shall dwell, at last, The victory of endurance born. Truth,... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1845 - 538 pages
...weary day and weary year. A wild and many-weapon'd throng Hang on thy front, and flank, and rear. Yet, nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy...yet faint thou not, Nor heed the shaft too surely east. The hissing, stinging bolt of scorn; For with thy side shall dwell, at last, The victory of endurance... | |
| William Draper Swan - American literature - 1845 - 494 pages
...weary day and weary year; A wild and many-weaponed throng Hang on thy front, and flank, and rear. Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy...stand aloof, The sage may frown — yet faint thou riot, — Nor heed the shaft too surely cast, The hissing, stinging bolt of scorn ; For with thy side... | |
| Bond of brotherhood - 1861 - 798 pages
...weary day and weary year. A wild and many-weaponed throng Hang on thy front, and flank, and i ear. Yet, nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy chosen lot, The timid good may stand aloof, The same may frown — but faint thou not. Nor heed the shaft too surely cast, The hissing, stinging bolt... | |
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