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C. Scribner's Sons, 1888 - 232 páginas

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Página 9 - In being's floods, in action's storm, I walk and work, above, beneath, Work and weave in endless motion ! Birth and death, An infinite ocean; A seizing and giving The fire of the living : 'Tis thus at the roaring loom of time I ply, And weave for God the garment thou seest him by.
Página 138 - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Página 73 - ... literary turn, who had been with difficulty persuaded to take a hand, and who, in his excess of candour, declared that he thought there was no harm in unbending the mind now and then, after serious studies, in recreations of that kind ! She could not bear to have her noble occupation, to which she wound up her faculties, considered in that light. It was her business, her duty, the thing she came into the world to do, — and she did it. She unbent her mind afterwards over a book.
Página 138 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Página 8 - Symbols, recognised as such or not recognised : the Universe is but one vast Symbol of God ; nay if thou wilt have it, what is man himself but a Symbol of God ; is not all that he does symbolical ; a revelation to Sense of the mystic god-given force that is in him ; a
Página 106 - Heaven's eternal year" be ours. Hereafter, her meek spirit shall not reproach me. Oh, my friend, cultivate the filial feelings! and let no man think himself released from the kind "charities...
Página 79 - Your cullion's hanging face ? A bit of chalk, And trust me but you should, though ! How much more, If I drew higher things with the same truth ! That were to take the Prior's pulpit-place...
Página 108 - Bartrum father. We are nothing ; less than nothing ; and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.
Página 80 - Thou ! if Thou wast He, who at mid-watch came, By the starlight, naming a dubious Name! And if, too heavy with sleep — too rash With fear — O Thou, if that martyr-gash Fell on Thee coming to take Thine own, And we gave the Cross, when we owed the Throne —
Página 108 - I explained to them what coyness and difficulty and denial meant in maidens: when suddenly turning to Alice, the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re-presentment, that I became in doubt which of them stood there before me, or whose that bright hair was; and while I stood gazing, both the children gradually grew fainter to my view, receding and still receding, till nothing at last but two mournful features were seen in the uttermost distance, which without speech...

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