Letters and Social Aims

J.R. Osgood, 1875 - 285 páginas

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Página 42 - Of old hast THOU laid the foundation of the earth : And the heavens are the work of thy hands. They shall perish, but THOU shalt endure : Yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment ; As a vesture shalt THOU change them, and they shall be changed : But THOU art the same, And thy years shall have no end.
Página 258 - His heart was as great as the world, but there was no room in it to hold the memory of a wrong.
Página 48 - A tongue chain'd up without a sound ! Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley, Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Página 154 - Next to the originator of a good sentence is the first quoter of it.
Página 266 - As may express them best ; though what if earth Be but the shadow of heaven, and things therein Each to other like, more than on earth is thought...
Página 42 - At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down : at her feet he bowed, he fell : where he bowed, r>2 there he fell down dead.
Página 278 - I confess that everything connected with our personality fails. Nature never spares the individual ; we are always balked of a complete success : no prosperity is promised to our self-esteem. We have our indemnity only in the moral and intellectual reality to which we aspire. That is immortal, and we only through that. The soul stipulates for no private good. That which is private I see not to be good. "If truth live, I live ; if justice live, I live," said one of the old saints, "and these by any...
Página 226 - T is not every day that I Fitted am to prophesy; No, but when the spirit fills The fantastic panicles, Full of fire, then I write As the Godhead doth indite. Thus enraged, my lines are hurled, Like the Sibyl's, through the world: Look how next the holy fire Either slakes, or doth retire; So the fancy cools, — till when That brave spirit comes again.
Página 229 - Thy anger comes, and I decline: What frost to that? what pole is not the zone Where all things burn, When thou dost turn, And the least frown of thine is shown? And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write...
Página 27 - What", it will be questioned, "when the sun rises, do you not see a round disk of fire somewhat like a guinea?" O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host, crying "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty".

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