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Page 193 - But when he saw the multitudes, he was moved with compassion on them, because they fainted, and were scattered abroad, as sheep having no shepherd.
Page 352 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and Is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there Is a silent Joy at their arrival.
Page 165 - So is the kingdom of God, as if a man should cast seed into the ground; and should sleep, and rise night and day, and the seed should spring and grow up, he knoweth not how.
Page 194 - I pondered all these things, and how men fight and lose the battle, and the thing that they fought for comes about in spite of their defeat, and when it comes turns out not to be . what they meant, and other men have to fight for what they meant under another name...
Page 150 - You see, my dear, I can't help it. The ideas which have taken hold of me will not let me rest; nor can I see anything else worth thinking of. How can it be otherwise, when to me society, which to many seems an orderly arrangement for allowing decent people to get through their lives creditably and with some pleasure, seems mere cannibalism; nay, worse (for there ought...
Page 244 - It is necessary to point out," he writes, " that there are some Socialists who do not think that the problem of the organization of life and necessary labour can be dealt with by a huge national centralization, working by a kind of magic for which no one feels himself responsible: that on the contrary it will be necessary for the unit of administration to be small enough for every citizen to feel himself responsible for its details and be interested in them ; that individual men cannot shuffle off...
Page 153 - I should like to say a few words with the utmost seriousness to our comrades and supporters, on the policy of the Socialist League. I have said that we have been overtaken unprepared, by a revolutionary incident, but that incident was practically aimless. This kind of thing is what many of us have dreaded from the first, and we may be sure that it will happen again and again while the industrial outlook is what it is ; but every time it happens it will happen with ever-increasing tragedy.
Page 134 - I have been living," he writes a few days afterwards from Merton Abbey, " in a sort of storm of newspaper brickbats, to some of which I had to reply : of course I don't mind a bit, nor even think the attack unfair. My own men here are very sympathetic, which pleases me hugely ; and I find we shall get on much better for my having spoken my mind about things: seven of them would insist enjoining the Democratic Federation, though I preached to them the necessity of really understanding it all.
Page 243 - So at last she came to the place in the book wherein was painted Hallblithe's own image over against the image of the Hostage ; and he looked thereon and longed. But she turned the leaf, and, lo ! on one side the Hostage again, standing in a fair garden of the spring with the lilies all about her feet, and behind her the walls of a house, grey, ancient, and lovely: and on the other leaf over against her was painted a sea rippled by a little wind, and a boat thereon sailing swiftly, and one man alone...
Page 110 - Poetry goes with the hand-arts, I think," he says to an intimate friend. " and, like them, has now become unreal. The arts have got to die, what is left of them, before they can be born again. You know my views on the matter — I apply them to myself as well as to others.