EssaysR. G. Badger, 1920 - 259 páginas |
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... HOUR OUR DUMB RELATIONS PROPHETS AND DISCIPLES SATAN IN LITERATURE CONCERNING HAPPINESS INDIVIDUALITY SCIENCE AND LAUGHTER LIFE AND LITERATURE ENEMIES AND REVENGES THE GOSPEL OF DESPAIR ENVIRONMENT THE RIDDLE OF LIFE CONCERNING SLANDER ...
... HOUR OUR DUMB RELATIONS PROPHETS AND DISCIPLES SATAN IN LITERATURE CONCERNING HAPPINESS INDIVIDUALITY SCIENCE AND LAUGHTER LIFE AND LITERATURE ENEMIES AND REVENGES THE GOSPEL OF DESPAIR ENVIRONMENT THE RIDDLE OF LIFE CONCERNING SLANDER ...
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... hour when " the mysterious door which leads to perfect sym- pathy is shut " knew well her ground . It is said that one of the recent victims of abused affinity admitted that she " believed in free love with some qualifica- tions . " And ...
... hour when " the mysterious door which leads to perfect sym- pathy is shut " knew well her ground . It is said that one of the recent victims of abused affinity admitted that she " believed in free love with some qualifica- tions . " And ...
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... hours separated from the great ocean tide to which it belongs . " In her splendors of decay as in her loveliness of revival nature speaks of an underlying life of beauty and joy of which man is a part , and , but for losing his primal ...
... hours separated from the great ocean tide to which it belongs . " In her splendors of decay as in her loveliness of revival nature speaks of an underlying life of beauty and joy of which man is a part , and , but for losing his primal ...
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... hour to a spot linked so closely with its tiny life . The unities of being , the tie that binds all living creatures , are but dimly guessed by us , and the mysteries of life lying all about us are deep and baffling enough to make the ...
... hour to a spot linked so closely with its tiny life . The unities of being , the tie that binds all living creatures , are but dimly guessed by us , and the mysteries of life lying all about us are deep and baffling enough to make the ...
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... hour that the first note was tied about his neck with the simple word " Take it to Mamie , " he never misunderstood ... hours came before the rural deliverer could make his way through the tangled wood and swollen stream to the ...
... hour that the first note was tied about his neck with the simple word " Take it to Mamie , " he never misunderstood ... hours came before the rural deliverer could make his way through the tangled wood and swollen stream to the ...
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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.