In Quest of an Ideal: An Autobiography, by Edmond Holmes

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R. Cobden-Sanderson, 1920 - Education - 145 pages
 

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Page 126 - With wide-embracing love Thy spirit animates eternal years, Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears. Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in thee.
Page 4 - The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, God made them, high or lowly, And ordered their estate.
Page 73 - But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
Page 73 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 75 - Is it lightning or moonlit peace? Am I freer than waves of ether, or prisoned beyond release? I know not: but through my spirit, within me. around, above. The world-wide river is streaming, the river of life and love. Silent, serene, eternal, passionless, perfect, pure; I may not measure its windings, but I know that its aim is sure. In its purity seethes all passion: in its silence resounds all song: Its strength is builded of weakness: its right is woven of wrong. I am borne afar on its bosom:...
Page 83 - Neither the testimony of all the Fellows of the Royal Society, nor even the evidence of my own senses, would lead me to believe in the transmission of thought from one person to another independently of the recognized channels of sensation. It is clearly impossible.
Page 63 - Though all men abase them before you in spirit, and all knees bend, 1 kneel not, neither adore you, but standing, look to the end.
Page 73 - Sonchaud's piny flanks I gaze And the blanch'd summit bare Of Malatrait, to where in haze The Valais opens fair, And the domed Velan, with his snows, Behind the upcrowding hills, Doth all the heavenly opening close Which the Rhone's murmur fills — And glorious there, without a sound, Across the glimmering lake, High in the Valais-depth profound, I saw the morning break.
Page 76 - ... the river of life and love. Silent, serene, eternal, passionless, perfect, pure ; — I may not measure its windings, but I know that its aim is sure. In its purity seethes all passion : in its silence resounds all song : Its strength is builded of weakness : its right is woven of wrong. I am borne afar on its bosom ; yet its source and its goal are mine, • From the sacred springs of Creation to the ocean of love Divine. I have ceased to think or to reason : there is nothing to ponder or prove...
Page 96 - It knows not wrath nor pardon; utter-true Its measures mete, its faultless balance weighs; Times are as nought, to-morrow it will judge, Or after many days.

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