The pilgrim and the shrine; or, Passages from the life and correspondence of Herbert Ainslie [by E. Maitland].1868 |
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Page 131 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day. We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 2 - Each man has his own vocation. The talent is the call. There is one direction in which all space is open to him. He has faculties silently inviting him thither to endless exertion. He is like a ship in a river; he runs against obstructions on every side but one, on that side all obstruction is taken away and he sweeps serenely over a deepening channel into an infinite sea.
Page 119 - My soul revolts at such bare hypocrisy, And will not, dare not, fancy in accord The Lord of Hosts with an exclusive lord Of this world's aristocracy. It will not own a notion so unholy, As thinking that the rich by easy trips May go to heaven, whereas the poor and lowly Must work their passage, as they do in ships.
Page 118 - No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, The ship was still as she could be ; Her sails from heaven received no motion, Her keel was steady in the ocean. Without either sign or sound of their shock The waves flowed over the Inchcape Rock ; So little they rose, so little they fell, They did not move the Inchcape Bell. The...
Page 69 - CHILD of the sun ! pursue thy rapturous flight. Mingling with her thou lov'st in fields of light; And, where the flowers of paradise unfold, Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold. There shall thy wings, rich as an evening sky Expand and shut with silent...
Page 74 - No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild hyena calls, And owls, that flit continually between, Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan, There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.
Page 296 - Memoirs of the Life and Reign of George III. With Original Letters of the King and Other Unpublished MSS. By J. HENEAGH JESSE, author of " The Court of England under the Stuarts,
Page 2 - Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred, and from thy father's house, unto a land that I will show thee.
Page 50 - ... contentment commits himself to new buffetings. Philosophically put by Herbert Ainslie, " Self-consciousness must involve intervals of unhappiness; not to be self-conscious is to be as bird or beast, living without knowing it, having no remembrance or anticipation of joy or sorrow. Self -consciousness, too, must involve the consciousness of an ideal or type; a sense of that which nature intended us to be, and how far we fall short of it. To finish my homily, if man be the highest result of nature's...
Page 132 - midst those islands fair Which lie, like jewels, on the Indian deep, Or green waves, all asleep, Fed by the summer suns and azure air— O sweetest Southern Wind ! Wilt thou not now unbind Thy dark and crowned hair ? Will thou not unloose now, In this — the bluest of all hours, Thy passion-coloured flowers ; And, shaking the fine fragrance from thy brow, Kiss our girls...