Memorial Addresses in the Congress of the United States and Tributes in Eulogy of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, Late a President of the United StatesU.S. Government Printing Office, 1964 - 911 psl. Memorial addresses in the Congress of the United States and tributes in eulogy of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, late a President of the United States. |
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35th President Abraham Lincoln ADDRESS ADDRESS BY Hon American Arlington Arlington National Cemetery assassin's bullet assassination believe beloved citizens Congress courage Dallas dead death of President dedicated deed deep dent died express faith father feel free world freedom Friday gave grief hate hatred hearts honor hope hour human ideals Jacqueline Kennedy John F John Fitzgerald Kennedy John Kennedy join Kennedy family Kennedy's knew land late President leader leadership Lincoln live loss Lyndon Lyndon Johnson mankind memory MIKE MANSFIELD millions mind mourn Nation nedy never November 22 nuclear peace political pray prayers President John Fitzgerald President Johnson President Ken President Kennedy President's programs realize remember respect sense served shock sorrow Speaker spirit strength stunned sympathy things tion tragedy tragic death tribute U.S. Senate United vigor Washington White House wife words young youth
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8 psl. - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
416 psl. - Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans - born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, proud of our ancient heritage...
534 psl. - Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.
479 psl. - With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking His blessing and His help, but knowing that here on earth God's work must truly be our own.
431 psl. - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth...
235 psl. - O divine Master, grant that I may not so much Seek to be consoled as to console; To be understood as to understand; To be loved as to love; For it is in giving that we receive; It is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and It is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
105 psl. - I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.
413 psl. - In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility — I welcome it.
247 psl. - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
427 psl. - O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up— for you the flag is flung— for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.