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S. Sonnenschein, Lowrey & Company, 1888 - 235 Seiten

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Seite 136 - I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
Seite 130 - I do not care to trace the course of my dollar, if I could, till it buys a man or a musket to shoot one with; the dollar is innocent, but I am concerned to trace the effects of my allegiance.
Seite 3 - I will be wise, And just and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power ; for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
Seite 97 - SURPRISED by joy — impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport — Oh ! with whom But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb, That spot which no vicissitude can find ? Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind — But how could I forget thee ! Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour, Have I been so beguiled as to be blind To my most grievous loss...
Seite 11 - ... whom others gave Bibles to and no help ; wrote or studied again, or read to his wife and friends the whole evening ; took a crust of bread, or a glass of whey for his supper ; and went early to bed.
Seite 23 - I crossed a moor, with a name of its own And a certain use in the world no doubt, Yet a hand's-breadth of it shines alone 'Mid the blank miles round about...
Seite 32 - In the darkest hour through which a human soul can pass, whatever else is doubtful, this at least is certain. If there be no God and no future state, yet, even then, it is better to be generous than selfish, better to be chaste than licentious, better to be true than false, better to be brave than to be a coward.
Seite 83 - Fair are others ; none beholds thee. But thy voice sounds low and tender, Like the fairest, for it folds thee From the sight, that liquid splendour,— And all feel...
Seite 179 - No author, without a trial, can conceive of the difficulty of writing a romance about a country where there is no shadow, no antiquity, no mystery, no picturesque and gloomy wrong, nor anything but a commonplace prosperity, in broad and simple daylight, as is happily the case with my dear native land.
Seite 148 - Think of him,— of his rare qualities !— such a man as it takes ages to make, and ages to understand ; no mock hero, nor the representative of any party. A man such as the sun may not rise upon again in this benighted land. To whose making went the costliest material, the finest adamant ; sent to be the redeemer of those in captivity ; and the only use to which you can put him is to hang him at the end of a rope...

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