From Poet to Premier: The Centennial Cycle 1809-1909. Poe, Lincoln, Holmes, Darwin, Tennyson, Gladstone
Grolier society, 1909 - 226 Seiten
The stories of 6 great men all born in the same year.
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Abraham Lincoln Alfred Tennyson American Auber beauty beginning believing sceptic better born Broadway Journal Browning called career Chambered Nautilus Charles Darwin charm church course critic Dark Tower dear Dian death discovered discovery dramas earth Edgar Allan Poe England English essay ethical fact faith father feel Fitzroy Gladstone Gladstone's heart Heaven Helen House of Commons human humor Huxley Idylls immortal interest Joseph Hooker legended tomb living Lord Lowell lſº ment mind moral Morley nature never night º º º Oliver Wendell Holmes Origin of Species perhaps Poe's poem poet poetic poetry Premier religion religious remember save the Union scripture seems sere Shelley slavery ſº soul speak spirit story struggle tell Tennyson thee things thou thought tion Ulalume Wallace Whitman William Ewart Gladstone Wordsworth wrote
Seite 66 - My paramount object in this struggle is to save the Union, and is not either to save or to destroy slavery. If I could save the Union without freeing any slave, I would do it; and if I could save it by freeing all the slaves, I would do it; and if I could do it by freeing some and leaving others alone, I would also do that.
Seite 10 - Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Seite 66 - Union; and what I forbear, I forbear because I do not believe it would help to save the Union. I shall do less whenever I shall believe what I am doing hurts the cause, and I shall do more whenever I shall believe doing more will help the cause. I shall try to correct errors when shown to be errors; and I shall adopt new views so fast as they shall appear to be true views.
Seite 25 - Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sere— As the leaves that were withering and sere; And I cried: "It was surely October On THIS very night of last year That I journeyed— I journeyed down here — That I brought a dread burden down here — On this night of all nights in the year, Ah, what demon hath tempted me here?
Seite 102 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Seite 135 - My mind seems to have become a kind of machine for grinding general laws out of large collections of facts, but why this should have caused the atrophy of that part of the brain alone, on which the higher tastes depend, I cannot conceive.
Seite 191 - We have but faith ; we cannot know : For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness: let it grow. v Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Seite 47 - And when he fell in whirlwind, he went down As when a lordly cedar, green with boughs, Goes down with a great shout upon the hills, And leaves a lonesome place against the sky.
Seite 65 - If there be in it any inferences which I may believe to be falsely drawn, I do not, now and here, argue against them. If there be perceptible in it an impatient and dictatorial tone, I waive it in deference to an old friend whose heart I have always supposed to be right. As to the policy I "seem to be pursuing," as you say, I have not meant to leave any one in doubt.
Seite 27 - Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. And now, as the night was senescent And star-dials pointed to morn, As the star-dials hinted of morn, At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn, Astarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn.