Memorial Services Held in the House of Representatives and Senate of the United States, Together with Remarks Presented in Eulogy of William A. Steiger, Late a Representative from Wisconsin

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U.S. Government Printing Office, 1979 - Počet stran: 108

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Strana 90 - If we could first know where we are, and whither we are tending, we could better judge what to do, and how to do it.
Strana 2 - Resolved, That the Clerk communicate these resolutions to the Senate and transmit a copy thereof to the family of the deceased.
Strana 4 - I move that the House do now adjourn. The motion was agreed to; and...
Strana 108 - Mr. President, I move to lay that motion on the table. The motion to lay on the table was agreed to.
Strana 1 - Congress met in their Hall, and at 12 o'clock noon were called to order by the Clerk of the House of Representatives, Hon.
Strana 107 - I call up my resolution at the desk and ask for its immediate consideration. The PRESIDING OFFICER. The resolution will be stated. The...
Strana 53 - And when he fell in whirlwind, he went down As when a lordly cedar, green with boughs, Goes down with a great shout upon the hills, And leaves a lonesome place against the sky.
Strana 5 - THE loss of a friend is like that of a limb. Time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
Strana 28 - tis an old belief, That on some solemn shore, Beyond the sphere of grief, Dear friends will meet once more— Beyond the sphere of Time, And Sin, and Fate's control, Serene in changeless prime Of Body and of Soul. That creed I fain would keep, That hope I'll not forego; Eternal be the Sleep, Unless to waken so.
Strana 95 - ... then one could talk with them friendly and wish them farewell And watch them depart on the way that they will not return. But now you may stare as you like and there's nothing to scan; And brushing your elbow unguessed-at and not to be told They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man, The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.

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