The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, Volume 6Avil Printing Company, 1903 - Literature |
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... Kind . " ( Rest well , our beloved child . ) One recorded life's brief history thus : " H. G. , born in Bavaria ; died in New York . " Another short epi- taph in French told that the speaker came from the banks of the Seine . The ...
... Kind . " ( Rest well , our beloved child . ) One recorded life's brief history thus : " H. G. , born in Bavaria ; died in New York . " Another short epi- taph in French told that the speaker came from the banks of the Seine . The ...
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... kind word of friendly counsel might have saved him - as if an angel , standing in the genial sun- light , had thrown to him one end of a garland , and gently diminishing the distance between them , had drawn him safely out of the deep ...
... kind word of friendly counsel might have saved him - as if an angel , standing in the genial sun- light , had thrown to him one end of a garland , and gently diminishing the distance between them , had drawn him safely out of the deep ...
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... kind , with the variety and beauty and adequacy of the series of discourses through which the love and grief , the deliberate and reasoning admiration of America for this great man have been uttered . Little , indeed , there would be ...
... kind , with the variety and beauty and adequacy of the series of discourses through which the love and grief , the deliberate and reasoning admiration of America for this great man have been uttered . Little , indeed , there would be ...
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... kind of voluntary contribution was going on , every one quietly putting in his poor's penny as he passed the corner where stood the dried - up holy - water vase . The building was filling rapidly with a congregation thoroughly piebald ...
... kind of voluntary contribution was going on , every one quietly putting in his poor's penny as he passed the corner where stood the dried - up holy - water vase . The building was filling rapidly with a congregation thoroughly piebald ...
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... kind of virtue . For the judgments of the saints are not given according to favor or enmity , but are free from all prejudice . Timothy would not have been so enviable if he had been Paul's son naturally , as he was now so admirable ...
... kind of virtue . For the judgments of the saints are not given according to favor or enmity , but are free from all prejudice . Timothy would not have been so enviable if he had been Paul's son naturally , as he was now so admirable ...
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Page 203 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Page 199 - Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret Joy : Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty Vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven...
Page 200 - ... Ye ice-falls ! ye, that, from the mountain's brow, Adown enormous ravines slope amain, — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet ? " God ! " let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer : and let the ice-plains...
Page 199 - Form ! Risest from forth thy silent Sea of Pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy...
Page 233 - With woeful measures wan Despair — Low sullen sounds his grief beguiled, A solemn, strange, and mingled air, 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.
Page 203 - O pure of heart ! thou need'st not ask of me What this strong music in the soul may be ! What, and wherein it doth exist, This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist, This beautiful and beauty-making power.
Page 201 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain ! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears, Solemnly seemest, like a vapoury cloud...
Page 203 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Page 234 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gornmod with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung— The hunter's call, to faun and dryad known!
Page 203 - O Lady ! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live : Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud...