Cues from All Quarters: Or, The Literary Musings of a Clerical Recluse

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Roberts, 1871 - 340 páginas

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Página 131 - Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete; That not a worm is cloven in vain; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain.
Página 132 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Página 93 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Página 39 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows: The young birds are chirping in the nest; The young fawns are playing with the shadows; The young flowers are blowing toward the west — But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! 10 They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the...
Página 134 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
Página 255 - On the hardest adamant some foot-print of us ' is stamped in ; the last Rear of the host will read ' traces of the earliest Van. But whence? — O Heaven, ' whither ? Sense knows not ; Faith knows not ; only ' that it is through Mystery to Mystery, from God and ' to God. " We are such stuff ' As Dreams are made of, and our little Life ' la rounded with a sleep !
Página 299 - Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God ; But only he who sees takes off his shoes...
Página 255 - Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh. That warrior on his strong war-horse, fire flashes through his eyes; force dwells in his arm and heart: but warrior and war-horse are a vision; a revealed Force, nothing more. Stately they tread the Earth, as if it were a firm substance: fool! the Earth is but a film; it cracks in twain, and warrior and war-horse sink beyond plummet's sounding. Plummet's? Fantasy herself will not follow them. A little while ago, they were not; a little while, and they are not,...
Página 76 - ... in all the visible corporeal world we see no chasms, or no gaps. All quite down from us the descent is by easy steps, and a continued series of things, that in each remove differ very little one from the other.
Página 49 - Even such a happy child of earth am I ; Even as these blissful creatures do I fare ; Far from the world I walk, and from all care ; But there may come another day to me — Solitude, pain of heart, distress, and poverty.

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