MiscellaniesHoughton, Mifflin, 1898 - 429 pages |
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... writing . If shut up in the house , he did not write at all . He had a strong common sense , like that which Rose Flammock , the weaver's daughter , in Scott's romance , commends in her father , as resembling a yardstick which , whilst ...
... writing . If shut up in the house , he did not write at all . He had a strong common sense , like that which Rose Flammock , the weaver's daughter , in Scott's romance , commends in her father , as resembling a yardstick which , whilst ...
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Henry David Thoreau. " " light , serving for the ornament of their writing , was in him an unsleeping insight ; and whatever faults or obstructions of temperament might cloud it , he was not disobedient to the hea- venly vision . In his ...
Henry David Thoreau. " " light , serving for the ornament of their writing , was in him an unsleeping insight ; and whatever faults or obstructions of temperament might cloud it , he was not disobedient to the hea- venly vision . In his ...
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... writing ; and if anything important took place in the Granite State , we might be sure that we should hear of it in good season . No other paper that we know kept pace so well with one forward wave of the restless public thought and ...
... writing ; and if anything important took place in the Granite State , we might be sure that we should hear of it in good season . No other paper that we know kept pace so well with one forward wave of the restless public thought and ...
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... writing , of its great master in these days , Thomas Carlyle . It has a life above grammar , and a meaning which need not be parsed to be understood . But like those same mountain - torrents , there is rather too much slope to his ...
... writing , of its great master in these days , Thomas Carlyle . It has a life above grammar , and a meaning which need not be parsed to be understood . But like those same mountain - torrents , there is rather too much slope to his ...
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... writing his life , and telling his name , and the name of his master , and the place he ran from , the murmur ran round the room , and was anxiously whispered by the sons of the Pilgrims , " He had better not ! " and it was echoed under ...
... writing his life , and telling his name , and the name of his master , and the place he ran from , the murmur ran round the room , and was anxiously whispered by the sons of the Pilgrims , " He had better not ! " and it was echoed under ...
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Miscellanies: Embracing Nature, Addresses, and Lectures Ralph Waldo Emerson No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 229 - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
Page 248 - They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
Page 135 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page vii - Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.
Page 132 - ... to satisfy that idea of government which they have. Governments show thus how successfully men can be imposed on, even impose on themselves, for their own advantage. It is excellent, we must all allow. Yet this government never of itself furthered any enterprise, but by the alacrity with which it got out of its way.
Page 155 - I saw that the State was half-witted, that it was timid as a lone woman with her silver spoons, and that it did not know its friends from its foes, and I lost all my remaining respect for it, and pitied it.
Page 136 - All men recognize the right of revolution; that is, the right to refuse allegiance to and to resist the government, when its tyranny or its inefficiency are great and unendurable.
Page 149 - ... prison. The proper place to-day, the only place which Massachusetts has provided for her freer and less desponding spirits, is in her prisons, to be put out and locked out of the State by her own act, as they have already put themselves out by their principles. It is there that the fugitive slave, and the Mexican prisoner on parole, and the Indian come to plead the wrongs of his race...
Page 31 - The youth gets together his materials to build a bridge to the moon, or, perchance, a palace or temple on the earth, and, at length the middle-aged man concludes to build a wood-shed with them.
Page 232 - Some eighteen hundred years ago Christ was crucified; this morning, perchance, Captain Brown was hung. These are the two ends of a chain which is not without its links. He is not Old Brown any longer; he is an angel of light.