The Religion of a Gentleman

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T.Y. Crowell & Company, 1900 - 219 páginas
 

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Página 212 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good, shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Página 52 - You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot: You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!
Página 163 - Who, with a toward or untoward lot, Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not — Plays, in the many games of life, that one Where what he most doth value must be won: Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray; Who, not content that former worth stand fast, Looks forward, persevering to the last, From well to better, daily self-surpast...
Página 210 - They only the victory win, Who have fought the good fight, and have vanquished the demon that tempts us within; Who have held to their faith unseduced by the prize that the world holds on high; Who have dared for a high cause to suffer, resist, fight, — if need be, to die." Speak, History ! who are Life's victors ? Unroll thy long annals, and say, Are they those whom the world called the victors — who won the success of a day? The martyrs, or Nero? The Spartans, who fell at Thermopylae's tryst,...
Página 131 - 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.
Página 142 - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can...
Página 55 - His, who unwillingly sees One of his little ones lost Yours is the praise, if mankind Hath not as yet in its march Fainted, and fallen, and died!
Página 154 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, 1 marish] marsh And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Página 97 - How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!
Página 145 - GOD'S trumpet wakes the slumbering world : Now, each man to his post ! The red-cross banner is unfurled : Who joins the glorious host ? He who, in fealty to the truth, And counting all the cost, Doth consecrate his generous youth, — He joins the noble host...

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