Literary life (Google eBook)

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R.G. Badger, 1909 - Antislavery movements
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Page 306 - Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
Page 341 - It seemed like going through a dark life or grave into heaven beyond. A very strange and solemn feeling came over me as I stood there, with no sound but the rustle of the pines, no one near me, and the sun so glorious, as for me alone. It seemed as if I felt God as I never did before, and I prayed in my heart that I might keep that happy sense of nearness all my life.
Page 490 - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, / can.
Page 447 - Never was a poor little country village infested with such a variety of queer, strangely-dressed, oddly-behaved mortals, most of whom took upon themselves to be important agents of the world's destiny, yet were simply bores of a very intense water.
Page 517 - Had it been proposed to Adam and Eve to receive two angels into their Paradise, as boarders, I doubt whether they would have been altogether pleased to consent. Certain I am, that, whatever might be the tact, and the sympathies of the heavenly guests, the boundless freedom of Paradise would at once have become finite and limited by their presence. The...
Page 447 - People that had lighted on a new thought, or a thought that they fancied new, came to Emerson, as the finder of a glittering gem hastens to a lapidary, to ascertain its quality and value. Uncertain, troubled, earnest wanderers through the midnight of the moral world beheld his intellectual fire as a beacon burning on a hill-top, and, climbing the difficult ascent, looked forth into the surrounding obscurity more hopefully, than hitherto.
Page 407 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field. My sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task resign ; Come forth and feel the sun.
Page 361 - She is seventy years old, and still retains all the oddities and enthusiasms of her youth,a person at war with society as to all its decorums; she eats and drinks what others do not, and when they do not; dresses in a white robe such days as these; enters into conversation with everybody, and talks on every subject; is sharp as a razor in her satire, and sees you through and through in a moment.
Page 518 - He is a singular character, a young man with much of wild, original nature still remaining in him; and so far as he is sophisticated, it is in a way and method of his own.
Page 456 - A young man named Ralph Waldo Emerson, a son of my once-loved friend William Emerson, and a classmate of my lamented son George, after failing in the every-day avocations of a Unitarian preacher and school-master, starts a new doctrine of ' transcendentalism,' declares all the old revelations superannuated and worn out, and announces the approach of new revelations.

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