EssaysR. G. Badger, 1920 - 259 páginas |
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... dead has much to do with this . " Dead and forgotten " has been too much the mournful story of those who have crossed the bar , though still some gentle souls like Dickens have earnestly reminded us that though the dead may not need us ...
... dead has much to do with this . " Dead and forgotten " has been too much the mournful story of those who have crossed the bar , though still some gentle souls like Dickens have earnestly reminded us that though the dead may not need us ...
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... dead at their feet . It would take a Roberts or a Thompson Seton to do jus- tice to tragedies of this kind in the animal world , though the commonness of them might furnish material for many a writer . The mad dog craze , or ...
... dead at their feet . It would take a Roberts or a Thompson Seton to do jus- tice to tragedies of this kind in the animal world , though the commonness of them might furnish material for many a writer . The mad dog craze , or ...
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... dead sea apples the fruit of life's tree . The boy will never become truly father to the man till all the radiant faith and hope in the unknown world before him remains a potent force and charm of age as of happy youth . A " boy 56 ...
... dead sea apples the fruit of life's tree . The boy will never become truly father to the man till all the radiant faith and hope in the unknown world before him remains a potent force and charm of age as of happy youth . A " boy 56 ...
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... dead , was playing " little wife " to another , went way back to Alaska and sat down , without upsetting the gracefully shifting currents of love and matrimony of our day . And what if he did hear his baby boy calling another " papa ...
... dead , was playing " little wife " to another , went way back to Alaska and sat down , without upsetting the gracefully shifting currents of love and matrimony of our day . And what if he did hear his baby boy calling another " papa ...
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... dead and well out of the way . If they can not attach themselves to earth by a few weaknesses while they live , society generally takes up the matter and fits them out with a saving panoply of sins and accusations if it pro- poses to ...
... dead and well out of the way . If they can not attach themselves to earth by a few weaknesses while they live , society generally takes up the matter and fits them out with a saving panoply of sins and accusations if it pro- poses to ...
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Página 160 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Página 253 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Página 33 - Near this spot Are deposited the Remains Of one Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.
Página 215 - Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Página 144 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Página 105 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out? When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Página 200 - Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven With intricate shades of the vines that myriad-cloven Clamber the forks of the multiform boughs, — Emerald twilights, — Virginal shy lights, Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper of vows, When lovers pace timidly down through the green colonnades Of the dim sweet woods, of the dear dark woods, Of the heavenly woods and glades, That run to the radiant marginal sand-beach within...
Página 202 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets-- Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Página 118 - I am going a long way With these thou seest — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Página 122 - Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road, ' "* Which to discover we must travel too.