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... the histories of individuals and individual minds , all autobiographies and the like . This is my favorite reading . " - LONGFELLOW . NEW YORK THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO . THE YOUNG LADIES OF THE CLEVELAND PREFACE . THE limits FAMOUS.
... the histories of individuals and individual minds , all autobiographies and the like . This is my favorite reading . " - LONGFELLOW . NEW YORK THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO . THE YOUNG LADIES OF THE CLEVELAND PREFACE . THE limits FAMOUS.
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Sarah Knowles Bolton. THE YOUNG LADIES OF THE CLEVELAND PREFACE . THE limits of this book make it impossible. B0111215RAD 120616 " Hart 10/20106 To MR . W. H. BRETT , LIBRARIAN , AND PUBLIC LIBRARY , IN APPRECIATION OF THEIR COURTESY .
Sarah Knowles Bolton. THE YOUNG LADIES OF THE CLEVELAND PREFACE . THE limits of this book make it impossible. B0111215RAD 120616 " Hart 10/20106 To MR . W. H. BRETT , LIBRARIAN , AND PUBLIC LIBRARY , IN APPRECIATION OF THEIR COURTESY .
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... young soul , add energy , inspire hope , and blow the coals into a useful flame ; to redeem defeat by new thought , by firm action , that is not easy ; that is the work of divine men . " And he was one of the divine men whose work in ...
... young soul , add energy , inspire hope , and blow the coals into a useful flame ; to redeem defeat by new thought , by firm action , that is not easy ; that is the work of divine men . " And he was one of the divine men whose work in ...
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... young , " They can con- quer who believe they can . He has not learned the lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear . . Hitch your wagon to a star . No god will help . We should find all their teams going the other way ...
... young , " They can con- quer who believe they can . He has not learned the lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear . . Hitch your wagon to a star . No god will help . We should find all their teams going the other way ...
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... young Emerson wrote two poems as exercises , one to be given at a public exhibition . Taking it to one of his professors , Edward Channing , the only criticism was , " You had better write another poem . " " What a useless remark was ...
... young Emerson wrote two poems as exercises , one to be given at a public exhibition . Taking it to one of his professors , Edward Channing , the only criticism was , " You had better write another poem . " " What a useless remark was ...
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Página 148 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Página 41 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Página 148 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Página 34 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 166 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Página 162 - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee ; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.
Página 34 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain ; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 149 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Página 161 - T is the spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye. " Thou art my tropics and mine Italy ; To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime ; The eyes thou givest me Are in the heart, and heed not space or time : Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee Feels a more summer-like, warm ravishment In the white lily's breezy tent, His conquered Sybaris, than...
Página 42 - And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember...