Autobiographic Sketches, Bind 11–12

Houghton, Mifflin, 1876 - 593 sider

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Side 138 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Side 188 - Again the devil taketh him up into an exceeding high mountain, and showeth him all the kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them ; and saith unto him, All these things will I give thee, if thou wilt fall down and worship me.
Side 584 - He who loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how shall he love God whom he hath not seen?
Side 188 - Thence to the gates cast round thine eye, and see What conflux issuing forth, or entering in ; Praetors, proconsuls to their provinces Hasting, or on return, in robes of state, Lictors and rods, the ensigns of their power, Legions and cohorts, turms of horse and wings: Or embassies from regions far remote, In various habits, on the Appian road...
Side 143 - Witch. WHEN shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain ? 2 Witch.
Side 251 - ... guile seduced, no force could violate; And, when she took unto herself a Mate, She must espouse the everlasting Sea. And what if she had seen those glories fade, Those titles vanish, and that strength decay; Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid When her long life hath reached its final day: Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great, is passed away.
Side 38 - Nothing met my eyes but one large window, wide open, through which the sun of midsummer at mid-day was showering down torrents of splendour. The weather was dry, the sky was cloudless, the blue depths seemed the express types of infinity ; and it was not possible for eye to behold, or for heart to conceive, any symbols more pathetic of life and the glory of life.
Side 147 - The pulses of the heart, the motions of the will, the phantoms of the brain, must repeat themselves in secret hieroglyphics uttered by the flying footsteps. Even the articulate or brutal sounds of the globe must be all so many languages and ciphers that somewhere have their corresponding keys — have their own grammar and syntax ; and thus the least things in the universe must be secret mirrors to the greatest.
Side 36 - Found scarcely any where in like degree! For love, that comes to all; the holy sense, Best gift of God, in thee was most intense; A chain of heart, a feeling of the mind, A tender sympathy, which did thee bind Not only to us Men, but to thy Kind : Yea, for thy Fellow-brutes in thee we saw The soul of Love, Love's intellectual law...
Side 66 - ... rear of that majestic substance which is the author of its existence. Books he detested, one and all, excepting only such as he happened to write himself. And these were not a few. On all subjects known to man, from the Thirty-nine Articles of our English Church, down to pyrotechnics, legerdemain, magic, both black and white, thaumaturgy, and necromancy, he favoured the world (which world was the nursery where I lived amongst my sisters) with his select opinions.

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