The Passing of Gladstone: His Life, Death, and BurialSimpkin, Marshall, Hamilton, Kent, 1898 - 208 páginas |
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Abbey admiration Budget Cabinet career Castle cause character Christian Church of England coffin colleagues Daily defeated devoted Disraeli Duke duty election eloquence England expression eyes faith father feel followed friends Glad Gladstone Gladstone's Gladstone's death Government greatest Hawarden heart honour hope House of Commons House of Lords human impressive interest Ireland Irish Church Irish Land Act Italy labours leader letter Liberal party Lord Palmerston Lord Randolph Churchill Lord Rosebery Lord Salisbury loved Majesty memory mind Ministry morning mourning nation never noble Marquis occasion once opinion oppressed orator Oxford pain Parliament passed pathetic peace perhaps political prayers Premiership Prime Minister Queen question Reform resigned retirement scene seemed side Sir Robert Peel sorrow speech splendid statesman sympathy thought to-day Tory tribute voice vote Westminster whole William Ewart Gladstone words wrote
Passagens conhecidas
Página 18 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Página 105 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day...
Página 94 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Página 13 - FEAR death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Página 18 - At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free. Will they pass to where — by death, fools think, imprisoned — Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so, —Pity me? Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken! What had I on earth to do With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly...
Página 106 - He is gone who seemed so great — Gone; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something far advanced in state, And that he wears a truer crown Than any wreath that man can weave him.
Página 14 - Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain. Then a light, then thy breast, 0 thou soul of my soul ! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest...
Página 5 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Página 184 - I speak of would not only place many hearty and effective friends of the Irish cause in a position of great embarrassment, but would render my retention of the leadership of the Liberal party, based as it has been mainly upon the prosecution of the Irish cause, almost a nullity.
Página 56 - That an humble Address be presented to her Majesty praying that her Majesty will be graciously pleased to give directions that the remains of the Eight Hon.