Harvard Memorial Biographies, Volume 1Thomas Wentworth Higginson Sever and Francis, 1866 - 517 pages |
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... feel the orient of their spirit glow , Part of our life's unalterable good , Of all our saintlier aspiration ; They come transfigured back , Secure from change in their high - hearted ways , Beautiful evermore , and with the rays Of ...
... feel the orient of their spirit glow , Part of our life's unalterable good , Of all our saintlier aspiration ; They come transfigured back , Secure from change in their high - hearted ways , Beautiful evermore , and with the rays Of ...
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... Feeling his soul spring up divinely tall , Touched but in passing by her mantle - hem . Come back , then , noble pride ... feel more firm and air breathe braver : " Be proud ! for she is saved , and all have helped to save her ! She that ...
... Feeling his soul spring up divinely tall , Touched but in passing by her mantle - hem . Come back , then , noble pride ... feel more firm and air breathe braver : " Be proud ! for she is saved , and all have helped to save her ! She that ...
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... feeling as I do how immeas- urably higher the political and intellectual level of Amer- ica is than that of any other country in the world ! " No man valued his fellow - beings more than Wadsworth for the high qualities of mind and ...
... feeling as I do how immeas- urably higher the political and intellectual level of Amer- ica is than that of any other country in the world ! " No man valued his fellow - beings more than Wadsworth for the high qualities of mind and ...
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... feel that we can give our praise to him with fuller hearts , in unstinted measure , and with no reservations or perplexing doubts . As he lay upon the field , in the midst of the dead and the dying , in that awful interval between the ...
... feel that we can give our praise to him with fuller hearts , in unstinted measure , and with no reservations or perplexing doubts . As he lay upon the field , in the midst of the dead and the dying , in that awful interval between the ...
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... son , and in the mind's ear they heard again the deep music of that voice which had so often charmed and instructed them . And there was yet another reason for the strong feeling that was awakened 24 Harvard Memorial Biographies .
... son , and in the mind's ear they heard again the deep music of that voice which had so often charmed and instructed them . And there was yet another reason for the strong feeling that was awakened 24 Harvard Memorial Biographies .
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.