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Page 3 - This is life to come, Which martyred men have made more glorious For us who strive to follow. May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense. So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.
Page 20 - To my dear husband, George Henry Lewes, I give the manuscript of a work which would never have been written but for the happiness which his love has conferred on my life.
Page 137 - This is the night of the funeral, which my sickness will not suffer me to attend. It is now nine at night ; and I am removed into another apartment, that I may not see the light in the church, which is just over against the window of my bed-chamber.
Page 26 - 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 136 - Mrs. HESTER JOHNSON, better known to the world by the name of STELLA, under which she is celebrated in the writings of Dr. JONATHAN SWIFT, Dean of this Cathedral.
Page 136 - Stella,' under which she is celebrated in the writings of Dr. Jonathan Swift, Dean of this Cathedral. She was a person of extraordinary endowments and accomplishments, in body, mind, and behavior ; justly admired and respected by all who knew her on account of her eminent virtues as well as for her great natural and acquired perfections.
Page 46 - ... breeze. Over the doorway, sparrows had made their nests and were fighting and scolding. Swallows hovered above the chimney ; dust, cobwebs, neglect were all about And as I looked there came to me the words of Ursa Thomas : "Brief, brawling day, with its noisy phantoms, its paper crowns, tinsel gilt, is gone ; and divine, everlasting night, with her star diadems, with her silences and her verities, is come.
Page 105 - Of all pictures not visibly involving human pain, this is the most pathetic ever painted. "The utmost pensiveness which can ordinarily be ' given to a landscape depends on adjuncts of ruin, but no ruin was ever so affecting as the gliding of this ship to her grave.