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... 143 CHAPTER IX THE TROUBLES OF LIFE 179 CHAPTER X LABOUR AND REST 193 CHAPTER XI RELIGION 207 CHAPTER XII THE HOPE OF PROGRESS 233 CHAPTER XIII THE DESTINY OF MAN 255 CHAPTER I AMBITION B " Fame is the spur that viii CONTENTS.
... 143 CHAPTER IX THE TROUBLES OF LIFE 179 CHAPTER X LABOUR AND REST 193 CHAPTER XI RELIGION 207 CHAPTER XII THE HOPE OF PROGRESS 233 CHAPTER XIII THE DESTINY OF MAN 255 CHAPTER I AMBITION B " Fame is the spur that viii CONTENTS.
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... labour . " At the battle of Montebello , " said Na- poleon , " I ordered Kellermann to attack with 800 horse , and with these he separ- ated the 6000 Hungarian grenadiers be- fore the very eyes of the Austrian cavalry . This cavalry was ...
... labour . " At the battle of Montebello , " said Na- poleon , " I ordered Kellermann to attack with 800 horse , and with these he separ- ated the 6000 Hungarian grenadiers be- fore the very eyes of the Austrian cavalry . This cavalry was ...
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... labour , nor shrink from danger . " He either fears his fate too much Or his deserts are small , That dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all . " 1 Glory , says Renan , " is after all the thing which has the best chance of ...
... labour , nor shrink from danger . " He either fears his fate too much Or his deserts are small , That dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all . " 1 Glory , says Renan , " is after all the thing which has the best chance of ...
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... do not my- self believe that those who are born , as the saying is , with a silver spoon in their mouth , are necessarily any the happier for it . No doubt wealth entails almost more labour than poverty , and certainly more anxiety . Still.
... do not my- self believe that those who are born , as the saying is , with a silver spoon in their mouth , are necessarily any the happier for it . No doubt wealth entails almost more labour than poverty , and certainly more anxiety . Still.
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Sir John Lubbock. labour than poverty , and certainly more anxiety . Still it must , I think , be con- fessed that the possession of an income , whatever it may be , which increases some- what as the years roll on , does add to the ...
Sir John Lubbock. labour than poverty , and certainly more anxiety . Still it must , I think , be con- fessed that the possession of an income , whatever it may be , which increases some- what as the years roll on , does add to the ...
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Page 70 - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Page 146 - I find this conclusion more impressed upon me, — that the greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to see something, and tell what it saw in a plain way. Hundreds of people can talk for one who can think, but thousands can think for one who can see. To see clearly, is poetry, prophecy, and religion, — all in one.
Page 185 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up : it stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes; there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Page 69 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Page 185 - The other shape, If shape it might be call'd, that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb, Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either ; black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Page 252 - Ah! when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal Peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro' all the circle of the golden year?
Page 41 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and...
Page 153 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Page 112 - Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Page 133 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...