EssaysR. G. Badger, 1920 - 259 páginas |
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... pass of the human , / would know himself a part , as Adam and Eve did in their happy garden . The fall of man no doubt is somehow con- nected with the " delusion , " as Benson expresses it , that he is alone and apart , instead of one ...
... pass of the human , / would know himself a part , as Adam and Eve did in their happy garden . The fall of man no doubt is somehow con- nected with the " delusion , " as Benson expresses it , that he is alone and apart , instead of one ...
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... pass for himself and his fellows . He committed suicide and arranged to give all the light that could come to him to his friends in writing . Having opened the veins of his left arm he writes , " I am indescribably happy . There is a ...
... pass for himself and his fellows . He committed suicide and arranged to give all the light that could come to him to his friends in writing . Having opened the veins of his left arm he writes , " I am indescribably happy . There is a ...
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... passing study to the marvelous pro- visions that nature , " which is God , " makes for the life and protection of the lower creatures , from the little green worm that matches its leafy coil , to the striped tiger that fits disguisingly ...
... passing study to the marvelous pro- visions that nature , " which is God , " makes for the life and protection of the lower creatures , from the little green worm that matches its leafy coil , to the striped tiger that fits disguisingly ...
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... passing whims and pleasure is the only way , therefore , to enable him to minister to its fundamental and eternal needs . And , as dead men can tell no tales , even to publishers , some author's fund or government pay to enable the ...
... passing whims and pleasure is the only way , therefore , to enable him to minister to its fundamental and eternal needs . And , as dead men can tell no tales , even to publishers , some author's fund or government pay to enable the ...
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... The act , " he submits , " be it conscious or not , undoubtedly passes the limit of human morality . " Spiders , which we are told , are properly classed as animals , are making themselves interesting to sci- 74 OUR DUMB RELATIONS.
... The act , " he submits , " be it conscious or not , undoubtedly passes the limit of human morality . " Spiders , which we are told , are properly classed as animals , are making themselves interesting to sci- 74 OUR DUMB RELATIONS.
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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.