Harvard Memorial Biographies, Volume 1Thomas Wentworth Higginson Sever and Francis, 1866 - 517 páginas |
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... thing we have from history , " said Goethe , " is the enthusiasm which it excites " ; and any light here thrown on military move- ments is only an indirect result , the main object being simply the delineation of the men . It was felt ...
... thing we have from history , " said Goethe , " is the enthusiasm which it excites " ; and any light here thrown on military move- ments is only an indirect result , the main object being simply the delineation of the men . It was felt ...
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... things else , by solid conviction and the absolute law of conscience . To have established incontest- ably this one point , is worth the costly sacrifice which com- pleted the demonstration . And if there is another inference that may ...
... things else , by solid conviction and the absolute law of conscience . To have established incontest- ably this one point , is worth the costly sacrifice which com- pleted the demonstration . And if there is another inference that may ...
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... lives to make it good : No lore of Greece or Rome , No science peddling with the names of things , Or reading stars to find inglorious fates , Can lift our life with wings Far from Death's idle gulf that for the many waits.
... lives to make it good : No lore of Greece or Rome , No science peddling with the names of things , Or reading stars to find inglorious fates , Can lift our life with wings Far from Death's idle gulf that for the many waits.
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... thing whereof earth hath the giving . III . Many loved Truth , and lavished life's best oil Amid the dust of books to find her , Content at last , for guerdon of their toil , With the cast mantle she hath left behind her . Many in sad ...
... thing whereof earth hath the giving . III . Many loved Truth , and lavished life's best oil Amid the dust of books to find her , Content at last , for guerdon of their toil , With the cast mantle she hath left behind her . Many in sad ...
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... things I turn To speak what in my heart will beat and burn , And hang my wreath on his world - honored urn . Nature , they say , doth dote , And cannot make a man Save on some worn - out plan , Repeating us by rote : For him her Old ...
... things I turn To speak what in my heart will beat and burn , And hang my wreath on his world - honored urn . Nature , they say , doth dote , And cannot make a man Save on some worn - out plan , Repeating us by rote : For him her Old ...
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Página 210 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Página 327 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Página 327 - Not on the vulgar mass Called " work," must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice...
Página 20 - Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth For ever, and to noble deeds give birth, Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame, And leave a dead, unprofitable name, Finds comfort in himself and in his cause ; And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause : — This is the happy Warrior ; this is he That every Man in arms should wish to be.
Página xiv - I praise him not; it were too late; And some innative weakness there must be In him who condescends to victory Such as the Present gives, and cannot wait, Safe in himself as in a fate.
Página x - From happy homes and toils, the fruitful nest Of those half-virtues which the world calls best, Into War's tumult rude; But rather far that stern device The sponsors chose that round thy cradle stood In the dim, unventured wood, The VERITAS* that lurks beneath The letter's unprolific sheath, Life of whate'er makes life worth living, Seed-grain of high emprise, immortal food, One heavenly thing whereof earth hath the giving.
Página xiv - His was no lonely mountain-peak of mind, Thrusting to thin air o'er our cloudy bars, A sea-mark now, now lost in vapors blind ; Broad prairie rather, genial, level-lined, Fruitful and friendly for all human kind, Yet also nigh to heaven and loved of loftiest stars.
Página xvii - T is no Man we celebrate, By his country's victories great, A hero half, and half the whim of Fate, But the pith and marrow of a Nation Drawing force from all her men, Highest, humblest, weakest, all...
Página xi - Loves, hates, ambitions, and immortal fires, Are tossed pell-mell together in the grave. But stay ! no age was e'er degenerate, Unless men held it at too cheap a rate, For in our likeness still we shape our fate. Ah, there is something here Unfathomed by the cynic's sneer, Something that gives our feeble light A high immunity from Night, Something that leaps life's narrow bars...
Página 273 - Because sentence against an evil work is not executed speedily, therefore the heart of the sons of men is fully set in them to do evil.