The Sewanee Review, Bind 16University of the South, 1908 |
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Side 24
... social forces , such as the sense of justice and the desire of mutual helpfulness , which are slow in their growth and subtle in their influence . Every agency , therefore , which energizes reason and conscience in our people is a ...
... social forces , such as the sense of justice and the desire of mutual helpfulness , which are slow in their growth and subtle in their influence . Every agency , therefore , which energizes reason and conscience in our people is a ...
Side 25
... social crises . The com- munity about the cotton mill attracts , as a magnet , families from the stagnant life of the backward districts . Old social bonds are broken and new ones must be formed . Often the condition of these ...
... social crises . The com- munity about the cotton mill attracts , as a magnet , families from the stagnant life of the backward districts . Old social bonds are broken and new ones must be formed . Often the condition of these ...
Side 33
... social upilft of a State would be if this population were by read- ing able to improve itself . In 1906 , a candidate for Governor of Tennessee on an illiteracy platform , and receiving the united support of all the illiterates , would ...
... social upilft of a State would be if this population were by read- ing able to improve itself . In 1906 , a candidate for Governor of Tennessee on an illiteracy platform , and receiving the united support of all the illiterates , would ...
Side 44
... social conditions have not been the best , and who has in some manner infringed the law , is a criminal of the willful kind , and as such should receive the scathing ban of society's ostracism . True it is , there are boys , and ever ...
... social conditions have not been the best , and who has in some manner infringed the law , is a criminal of the willful kind , and as such should receive the scathing ban of society's ostracism . True it is , there are boys , and ever ...
Side 46
... social connec- tions all their lives have been the worst possible ; they would have not the remotest idea of manners or refinement - almost wholly uncivilized having known nothing but kicks and cuffs , and only been taught vice ...
... social connec- tions all their lives have been the worst possible ; they would have not the remotest idea of manners or refinement - almost wholly uncivilized having known nothing but kicks and cuffs , and only been taught vice ...
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Side 196 - O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter...
Side 200 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
Side 82 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Side 83 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Side 278 - He giveth snow like wool : He scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes. He casteth forth his ice like morsels : Who can stand before his cold? He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: He causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
Side 190 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Side 71 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
Side 312 - I truly confess it is beyond the ken of my understanding to conceive how those women should have any true grace or valuable virtue, that have so little wit, as to disfigure themselves with such exotic garbs, as not only dismantles their native lovely lustre, but transclouts them into gant bar-geese...
Side 402 - Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides) Should lose their names, and so should Justice too. Then everything includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite ; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last, eat up himself.
Side 195 - Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! Macbeth doth murder sleep' . . . The innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.