Little Journeys ...

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Putnam's Sons, 1908 - Biography
 

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Page 152 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Page 48 - It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
Page 30 - And when ye reap the harvest of your land, thou shalt not wholly reap the corners of thy field, neither shalt thou gather the gleanings of thy harvest. And thou shalt not glean thy vineyard, neither shalt thou gather every grape of thy vineyard ; thou shalt leave them for the poor and stranger : I am the Lord your God.
Page 82 - For certainly old age has a great sense of calm and freedom; when the passions relax their hold, then, as Sophocles says, we are freed from the grasp not of one mad master only, but of many.
Page 22 - Keep thee far from a false matter; and the innocent and righteous slay thou not: for I will not justify the wicked. 8 And thou shalt take no gift: for the gift blindeth the wise, and perverteth the words of the righteous.
Page 36 - And religious theorising touches it but lightly — can touch it but lightly. Established on the bedrock of actual life, and on the living unity and community of present, past, and future generations, Each man stands bound already, and by the most powerful ties, to the social body — nor needs the dreams and promises of heaven to reassure him. And all are bound to the Earth. Rendering back to it as a sacred duty every atom that the Earth supplies...
Page 82 - How well I remember the aged poet Sophocles, when in answer to the question, How does love suit with age, Sophocles — are you still the man you were ? Peace, he replied ; most gladly have I escaped the thing of which you speak; I feel as if I had escaped from a mad and furious master.
Page 34 - ... and showing the bare earth beneath; the pollard mulberries; the plots of cotton and maize and wheat and yam and clover; The little brown and green-tiled cottages with spreading recurved eaves, the clumps of feathery bamboo, or of sugar-canes; The endless silver threads of irrigation canals and ditches, skirting the hills for scores and hundreds of miles, tier above tier, and serpentining down to the lower slopes and plains— The...

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