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... heaven ? They give but his shadow , ' as he walked in the forest - maze of earth . Then here ' is the Madonna del Pesce ; not divine , like the Foligno , ' not deeply maternal , like the Seggiola , not the beätified . " " Mother of God ...
... heaven ? They give but his shadow , ' as he walked in the forest - maze of earth . Then here ' is the Madonna del Pesce ; not divine , like the Foligno , ' not deeply maternal , like the Seggiola , not the beätified . " " Mother of God ...
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... heaven , ' Where palest lights a silvery sheen diffuse . ' In tracing these correspondences , one really does ' take hold of a Truth , of a Divine Thought . ' * * VOL . II . 5 - ' October 25th , 1840. This week I have YUCA FILAMENTOSA . 49.
... heaven , ' Where palest lights a silvery sheen diffuse . ' In tracing these correspondences , one really does ' take hold of a Truth , of a Divine Thought . ' * * VOL . II . 5 - ' October 25th , 1840. This week I have YUCA FILAMENTOSA . 49.
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... heaven and home " were known in his breast , ' whatever guise they might assume . ' The sea is not always lovely and bounteous , though ' generally , since we have been here , she has beamed her ' bluest . The night of the full moon we ...
... heaven and home " were known in his breast , ' whatever guise they might assume . ' The sea is not always lovely and bounteous , though ' generally , since we have been here , she has beamed her ' bluest . The night of the full moon we ...
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... same ' way . Sunday is to me priceless as a day of peace and ' solitary reflection . To all who will , it may be true , ' that , as Herbert says : - 66 Sundays the pillars are On which Heaven's palace arched 82 JAMAICA PLAIN .
... same ' way . Sunday is to me priceless as a day of peace and ' solitary reflection . To all who will , it may be true , ' that , as Herbert says : - 66 Sundays the pillars are On which Heaven's palace arched 82 JAMAICA PLAIN .
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Margaret Fuller. 66 Sundays the pillars are On which Heaven's palace arched lies ; The other days fill up the space And hollow room with vanities ; " and yet in no wise " vanities , " when filtered by the ' Sunday crucible . After much ...
Margaret Fuller. 66 Sundays the pillars are On which Heaven's palace arched lies ; The other days fill up the space And hollow room with vanities ; " and yet in no wise " vanities , " when filtered by the ' Sunday crucible . After much ...
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Page 84 - Hereby know we that we dwell in him, and he in us; because he hath given us of his Spirit.
Page 118 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Page 118 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 4 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Page 169 - Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a Lover; and attired With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired...
Page 83 - Sundays the pillars are, On which heaven's palace arched lies : The other days fill up the spare And hollow room with vanities. They are the fruitful beds and borders In God's rich garden : that is bare Which parts their ranks and orders.
Page 114 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Page 169 - I go to prove my soul! I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive ! what time, what circuit first, I ask not: but unless God send his hail Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time!
Page 186 - To interrupt him is a physical impossibility. If you get a chance to remonstrate for a moment, he raises his voice and bears you down. True he does you no injustice, and with his admirable penetration sees the disclaimer in your mind, so that you are not morally delinquent ; but it is not pleasant to be unable to utter it.
Page 117 - How much, preventing God, how much I owe To the defences thou hast round me set ; Example, custom, fear, occasion slow, — These scorned bondmen were my parapet. I dare not peep over this parapet To gauge with glance the roaring gulf below, The depths of sin to which I had descended, Had not these me against myself defended.