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... thought is not less big because imprisoned ; as it restlessly seeks an outlet , its energy increases , the man's whole being is aroused , every pulse throbs quickly , every nerve is strained - he is to others what he could not be ...
... thought is not less big because imprisoned ; as it restlessly seeks an outlet , its energy increases , the man's whole being is aroused , every pulse throbs quickly , every nerve is strained - he is to others what he could not be ...
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... thoughts and emotions . « Το be linked to one , " he writes , " who shares with us joy and sorrow ; who meets us in ... thought , the chosen one was Charlotte Von Wolzogen . He openly proposed for her to her mother , but without success ...
... thoughts and emotions . « Το be linked to one , " he writes , " who shares with us joy and sorrow ; who meets us in ... thought , the chosen one was Charlotte Von Wolzogen . He openly proposed for her to her mother , but without success ...
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... thoughts in the form best adapted to express them , he was likewise improv- ing in the more valuable art of thought itself ; and applying it not only to the business of the imagination , but also to those profound and solemn inqui- ries ...
... thoughts in the form best adapted to express them , he was likewise improv- ing in the more valuable art of thought itself ; and applying it not only to the business of the imagination , but also to those profound and solemn inqui- ries ...
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... thought he had now explored and enjoyed ; but he have found no permanent contentment in any of its provinces , Many ... thoughts , but to keep quiet . he answered with pathos , " now when understand myself , it is better that I no one ...
... thought he had now explored and enjoyed ; but he have found no permanent contentment in any of its provinces , Many ... thoughts , but to keep quiet . he answered with pathos , " now when understand myself , it is better that I no one ...
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... thought is clothed in the rugged brow of the porter who carries your trunk , or the beggar who may sweep your crossing ? Do not let you and I imagine we alone are wise . Great knowledge we may have , no doubt , and the weariness , which ...
... thought is clothed in the rugged brow of the porter who carries your trunk , or the beggar who may sweep your crossing ? Do not let you and I imagine we alone are wise . Great knowledge we may have , no doubt , and the weariness , which ...
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Page 109 - LIFE IN LONDON : or, the Day and Night Scenes of Jerry Hawthorn, Esq., and his Elegant Friend, Corinthian Tom.
Page 190 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free. So didst thou travel on life's common way. In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Page 264 - Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 275 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Page 255 - Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.
Page 196 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 270 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Page 184 - I think it shame to covenant with any knowing reader that for some few years yet I may go on trust with him toward the payment of what I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite...
Page 196 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 168 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight, — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid, — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue, lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, — He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.