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Side 227
... Maïna ! " cried Frederick , to whom these words restored his recol- lection . “ Yes , Maïna , the daughter of Jan- sen Pyl , the burgomaster of Haarlem . Well , encouraged by his success , Cas- tero went to the house , and demanded the ...
... Maïna ! " cried Frederick , to whom these words restored his recol- lection . “ Yes , Maïna , the daughter of Jan- sen Pyl , the burgomaster of Haarlem . Well , encouraged by his success , Cas- tero went to the house , and demanded the ...
Side 228
... Maïna , he would have sacri- ficed his life . And now to hear that she was about to be carried off by his rival - by Castero - that Castero whom he hated so much — that Maïna was to be the prize of the conqueror ! His courage revived ...
... Maïna , he would have sacri- ficed his life . And now to hear that she was about to be carried off by his rival - by Castero - that Castero whom he hated so much — that Maïna was to be the prize of the conqueror ! His courage revived ...
Side 230
... Maïna , the betrothed of Fre- derick . On the left of the burgomaster , negligently leaning on the back of the magistrate's chair , was a man still young in years , but so wrinkled and careworn , from study or bad health , that he might ...
... Maïna , the betrothed of Fre- derick . On the left of the burgomaster , negligently leaning on the back of the magistrate's chair , was a man still young in years , but so wrinkled and careworn , from study or bad health , that he might ...
Side 231
... Maïna - the misery of his own de- gradation ; and there is no doubt if the mysterious Unknown , whose ap- pearance he now felt certain was no- thing but a dream , had visited him in propria persona , that he would have accepted his ...
... Maïna - the misery of his own de- gradation ; and there is no doubt if the mysterious Unknown , whose ap- pearance he now felt certain was no- thing but a dream , had visited him in propria persona , that he would have accepted his ...
Side 232
... Maïna is about to become a mother ; and before the bap- tismal water shall touch the infant's brow , you shall hang from the window a piece of lace which shall have been worn by Maïna at her wedding . One of my satellites will be on the ...
... Maïna is about to become a mother ; and before the bap- tismal water shall touch the infant's brow , you shall hang from the window a piece of lace which shall have been worn by Maïna at her wedding . One of my satellites will be on the ...
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Side 80 - Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a life-purpose; he has found it, and will follow it!
Side 169 - 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 ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Side 169 - O wheels ! Still, all day, the iron wheels go onward, Grinding life down from its mark And the children's souls, which God is calling sunward, Spin on blindly in the dark.
Side 203 - But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control...
Side 2 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise...
Side 207 - Where should this music be ? i' the air, or the earth ? It sounds no more: — and sure, it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather: — But 'tis gone.
Side 373 - twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground; Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty, Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
Side 80 - The latest Gospel in this world is, Know thy work and do it. "Know thyself: " long enough has that poor "self" of thine tormented thee ; thou wilt never get to
Side 77 - Liberty? The true liberty of a man, you would say, consisted in his finding out, or being forced to find out, the right path, and to walk thereon. To learn, or to be taught, what work he actually was able for; and then by permission, persuasion, and even compulsion, to set about doing of the same! That is his true blessedness, honour, "liberty" and maximum of wellbeing: if liberty be not that, I for one have small care about liberty.
Side 71 - Elie, half-pay Hulin rage in the midst of thousands. How the great Bastille Clock ticks (inaudible) in its Inner Court there, at its ease, hour after hour; as if nothing special, for it or the world, were passing! It tolled One when the firing began; and is now pointing towards Five, and still the firing slakes not. — Far down, in their vaults, the seven Prisoners hear muffled din as of earthquakes; their Turnkeys answer vaguely.