Edward Everett Quotes

You shall not pile, with servile toil, Your monuments upon my breast, Nor yet within the common soil Lay down the wreck of power to rest, Where man can boast that he has trod On him that was 'the scourge of God.'
Edward Everett
Edward Everett

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