Thomas Arnold als Reformator des höheren englischen Schulwesens im 19. Jahrhundert ...

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Univ.-buchdr. von E.T. Jacob, 1914 - 159 sider

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Side 112 - Against revolted multitudes the cause Of truth, in word mightier than they in arms; And for the testimony of truth hast borne Universal reproach, far worse to bear Than violence; for this was all thy care, To stand approved in sight of God, though worlds Judged thee perverse...
Side 155 - But thou would'st not alone Be saved, my father ! alone Conquer and come to thy goal, Leaving the rest in the wild.
Side 155 - Havoc is made in our train! Friends who set forth at our side Falter, are lost in the storm. We, we only, are left!
Side 156 - Yes ! I believe that there lived Others like thee in the past, Not like the men of the crowd Who all round me to-day Bluster or cringe, and make life Hideous, and arid, and vile : But souls temper'd with fire, Fervent, heroic, and good, 160 Helpers and friends of mankind.
Side 153 - In the sounding labour-house vast Of being, is practised that strength, Zealous, beneficent, firm! Yes, in some far-shining sphere, Conscious or not of the past, Still thou performest the word Of the Spirit in whom thou dost live Prompt, unwearied, as here! Still thou upraisest with zeal The humble good from the ground, Sternly repressest the bad!
Side 154 - Not without aim to go round In an eddy of purposeless dust, Effort unmeaning and vain. Ah, yes ! some of us strive Not without action to die Fruitless, but something to snatch From dull oblivion...
Side 157 - Ah, but the way is so long ! Years they have been in the wild : Sore thirst plagues them ; the rocks, Rising all round, overawe ; Factions divide them ; their host Threatens to break, to dissolve. Ah ! keep, keep them combined...
Side 158 - ... heart, Weakness is not in your word, Weariness not on your brow. Ye alight in our van ; at your voice, Panic, despair, flee away. Ye move through the ranks, recall The Stragglers, refresh the outworn, Praise, re-inspire the brave. Order, courage, return. Eyes rekindling, and prayers, Follow your steps as ye go. Ye fill up the gaps in our files, Strengthen the wavering line, Stablish, continue our march, On, to the bound of the waste, On, to the City of God.
Side 20 - There is nothing so revolutionary, because there is nothing so unnatural and so convulsive to society, as the strain to keep things fixed, when all the world is, by the very law of its creation, in eternal progress...
Side 157 - God Marshall'd them, gave them their goal. Ah, but the way is so long! Years they have been in the wild! Sore thirst plagues them, the rocks, Rising all round, overawe; Factions divide them; their host Threatens to break, to dissolve. Ah, keep, keep them combined! Else, of the myriads who fill That army, not one shall arrive; Sole they shall stray; in the rocks Labour for ever in vain, Die one by one in the waste.

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