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Page 158 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 88 - The longer I live' the more I am certain that the great difference between men, between the feeble and the powerful, the great and the insignificant, is energy— invincible determination. A purpose once fixed, and then — death or victory. That quality will do anything that can be done in this world; and no talents, no circumstances, no opportunities, will make a two-legged creature a man without it.
Page x - A nameless man, amid a crowd that thronged the daily mart, Let fall a word of hope and love, unstudied from the heart; A whisper on the tumult thrown, — a transitory breath, — It raised a brother from the dust; it saved a soul from death. O germ! O fount! O word of love! 0 thought at random cast! Ye were but little at the first, but mighty at the last.
Page 116 - Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Molten, graven, hammered and rolled ; Heavy to get, and light to hold ; Hoarded, bartered, bought, and sold, Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled : Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the church-yard mould ; Price of many a crime untold : Gold ! gold ! gold ! gold...
Page 36 - Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud ; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. " Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown; With that wild wheel we go not up or down ; Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. " Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands ; Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands ; For man is man and master of hie fate. "Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd ; Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud ; Thy wheel and thee we neither...
Page 162 - The most trifling actions that affect a man's credit are to be regarded. The sound of your hammer at five in the morning, or nine at night, heard by a creditor, makes him easy six months longer ; but if he sees you at a billiard-table or hears your voice at a tavern when you should be at work, he sends for his money the next day ; demands it, before he can receive it, in a lump.
Page 149 - Fair Freedom! we may hold thee dear, When thus thy mightiest foes their fear In humblest guise have shown. Oh! ne'er may tyrant leave behind A brighter name to lure mankind!
Page 146 - A sacred burden is this life ye bear, Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly ; Stand up, and walk beneath it steadfastly ; Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin, But onward, upward, till the goal ye win ; — God guard ye, and God guide ye on your way, Young pilgrim-warriors, who set forth to-day.
Page 35 - No, David; no boy ever trod the quarter-deck with such principles as you have, and such habits as you exhibit. You will have to change your whole course of life if you ever become a man.' " My father left me and went on deck. I was stunned by the rebuke, and overwhelmed with mortification. ' A poor, miserable, drunken sailor before the mast, kicked and cuffed about the world, and die in some fever hospital!
Page 149 - Tis done — but yesterday a King ! And arm'd with Kings to strive — And now thou art a nameless thing : So abjeet — yet alive ! Is this the man of thousand thrones, Who strewed our earth with hostile bones, And can he thus survive ? Since he, miscalled the Morning Star, Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far.