296 FREEDOM FRIENDS
O, nur eine freie Seele wird nicht alt. Oh, only a free soul will never grow old! Jean Paul Richter—Titan. Zykel 140. </poem>
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Freiheit ist nur in dem Reich der Traume
Und das Sohone bluht nur im Gesang.
Freedom is only in the land of dreams, and
the beautiful only blooms in song.
Schiller—The Beginning of the New Century.
St. 9.
Der Mensch ist frei geschaffen, ist frei
Und wiird' er in Ketten geboren.
Man is created free, and is free, even though
born in chains.
Schiller—Die Worte des Glaubens. St. 2.
Nemo liber est, qui corpori servit.
No man is free who is a slave to the flesh.
Seneca—Epistolce Ad Lucilium. XC1I.
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| text = When the mind's free,
The body's delicate.
King Lear. Actm. Sc.4. L. 11.
The last link is broken
That bound me to thee,
And the words thou hast spoken
Have render'd me free.
Fanny Steers—Song.
Rara temporum felicitate, ubi sentire quse velis,
et quse sentias dicere licet.
Such being the happiness of the times, that
you may think as you wish, and speak as you
think.
Tacitus—Annates. I. 1.
Of old sat Freedom on the heights
The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook the starry lights;
She heard the torrents meet.
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Red of the Dawn
Is it turning a fainter red? so be it, but when
shall we lay
The ghost of the Brute that is walking and hammering us yet and be free?
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The nations lift their right hands up and swear
Their oath of freedom.
Whcttier—Garibaldi.
Freedom exists only where the people take
care of the government.
Woodrow Wilson. At the Workingman's
Dinner, N. Y., Sept. 4, 1912.
Our object now, as then, is to vindicate the
principles of peace and justice in the life of the
world as against selfish and autocratic power,
and to set up among the really free and self
governed peoples of the world such a concert of
purpose and of action as will henceforth insure
the observance of those principles.
Woodrow Wilson—Address to Congress.
(War with Germany being declared.) April
2, 1917.
Only free peoples can hold their purpose and
their honor steady to a common end, and prefer
the interests of mankind to any narrow interest
of their own.
Woodrow Wilson—Address to Congress.
(War with Germany being declared.) April
,1917.
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and in that freedom, bold.
Wordsworth—A Poet! He hath put Ms Heart
to School.
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That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals
hold
Which Milton held.
Wordsworth—Sonnets to National Independence and Liberty. Pt. XVI.
- Friends ##
FRIENDS
(See also Friendship
No friend's a friend till [he shall] prove a friend.
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Friends. Actm. Sc. 3. L. 50. </poem>
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It is better to avenge a friend than to mourn
for him.
Beowulf. VII.
Friend, of my infinite dreams
little enough endures;
little howe'er it seems,
It is yours, all yours.
Arthur Benson—The Gift.
I have loved my friends as I do virtue, my
soul, my God.
Snt Thomas Browne—Religio Medici. Pt.
H. Sec.V.
Now with my friend I desire not to share or
participate, but to engross his sorrows, that, by
making them mine own, I may more easily discuss them; for in mine own reason, and within
myself, I can command that which I cannot entreat without myself, and within the circle of
another.
Sir Thomas Browne—Religio Medici. Pt.
H. SecV.
Let my hand,
This hand, lie in your own—my own true friend;
Aprile! Hand-in-hand with you, Aprile!
Robert Browning—Paracelsus. Sc. 5.
There is no man so friendless but what he can
find a friend sincere enough to tell him disagreeable truths.
Bulwer-Lytton—What Will He Do With Itt
Bk.H. Ch.XIV.
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine.
Burns—Auld Lang Syne.
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony,
Tarn lo'ed him like a vera blither—
They had been fou for weeks thegither!
Burns—Tarn o' Shanter.
