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Anonymous,  The fourth progressive reader (1871)

“ How could he mark thee for the silent tomb,
My proud boy, Absalom! [144]
2. Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill
As to my bosom I have tried to press thee.
How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill,
Like a rich harpstring, yearning [350] to caress thee,
And hear thy sweet “My father!” from these dumb
And cold lips, Absalom!
3. But death is on thee. I shall hear the gush
Of music, and the voices of the young;
And life will pass me in the mantling [351] blush,
And the dark tresses to the soft winds flung;—
But thou no more, with thy sweet voice, shalt come
To meet me, Absalom!
”
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Anonymous,  The fourth progressive reader (1871)

“ It is the same diligence, when directed to other ends, that maketh great. Every thing which we see with admiration in the world around us, or of which we read with delight in the annals of history—the acquisitions of knowledge, the discoveries of science, the powers of art, the glories of arms, the dignities of private, or the splendors of public virtue—all have sprung from the same fountain of mind, from that steady but unseen perseverance which has been exerted in their pursuit. ”
Source: Gutenberg

Anonymous,  The fourth progressive reader (1871)

“ Washington and Bonaparte both arose out of the bosom of a republic. Both were born of liberty; the first was faithful to it, the second betrayed it. Their lot will be according to the different part they chose: very different with future generations. The name of Washington will spread with liberty from age to age, and mark the commencement of a new era for the human race: the name of Bonaparte will be pronounced also by distant generations, but no benedictions will be attached to it; it will serve on the contrary, as an authority to oppressors, great and petty of all times. ”
Source: Gutenberg

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