 | Joe Mitchell Chapple - 1911 - 470 страници
...bribe, Uncursed amid the harpy tribe ; No orphan's cry to wound my ear, My honor and my conscience clear: Thus may I calmly meet my end, Thus to the grave in peace descend! The opportunity is often lost by deliberation. A non. 'TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER Tis the... | |
 | Iolo Aneurin Williams - 1923 - 524 страници
...still, the rural cell, Where sage retirement loves to dwell ! There let me taste the home-felt bliss Of innocence, and inward peace ; Untainted by the guilty bribe ; Uncurs'd amid the harpy tribe ; No orphan's cry to wound my ear ; My honour and my conscience clear ; Thus^may]! calmly... | |
 | United States. 67th Cong., 4th sess., 1922-1923, United States. Congress - 1924 - 272 страници
...bribe, Uncursed amidst the harpy tribe; No orphan's cry to wound my ear, My honor and my conscience clear; Thus may I calmly meet my end — Thus to the grave in peace descend. [151] fap Jkpregentattoe Colling Of Mississippi Mr. SPEAKER: We mourn to-day the loss of a... | |
 | Alabama State Bar Association - 1927 - 730 страници
...about him when he passes to his reward — "No orphan's cry to wound my ear, My honor and my conscience clear, Thus may I calmly meet my end, Thus to the grave in peace descend." I love to think of those other ministers of justice in ancient times like Aristides, who... | |
 | 1885 - 506 страници
...guilty bribe, Uncursed amid the harpy tribe; No orphan cry to wound my ear, My honor and my conscience clear; Thus may I calmly meet my end, Thus to the grave in peace descend." PICKETT'S CHARGE. By CHARLES A. PATCH, MASS., VOLS. IN all great wars involving the destinies... | |
 | 1914 - 446 страници
...say with the greatest English jurist, Sir William Henry Blackstone, "***** My honor and my conscience clear, Thus may I calmly meet my end, Thus to the . grave in peace descend." THE PLAN IN CONGRESS TO EXEMPT LABOR FROM EQUAL LAWS By GEORGE W. WICKERSHAM The following... | |
 | 1797 - 560 страници
...still, the rural cell, Where sage retirement loves to dwell ! There let me taste the home-felt bliss Of innocence and inward peace ; Untainted by the guilty bribe ; Uncurs'd amid the harpy tribe ; No orphan's cry to wound my ear ; My honour and my conscience clear ; Thus may I calmly... | |
 | 1808 - 262 страници
...welcome all. Thus let my noon of life be paft; Yet let my fetting fun, at laft, T Find eut the ftilJ, the rural cell, Where fage retirement loves to dwell. There let me taile the 'homefelt blifs Of innocence and inward peace i Untainted by the guilty bribe, Uncurs'd amid... | |
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Untainted by the guilty bribe ; Uncurs'd amid the harpy tribe ; No orphan's cry to wound my ear ; My honour and my conscience clear ; Thus may I calmly meet my end, Thus to the grave in peace descend. 
