Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, Volume 46John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1859 - American periodicals |
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... we insist on being allowed to do so . If our sphere has been hitherto more personal , it is because you have forced seclusion and restriction upon there seems to have been a better balance | clearly 1859. ] 5 WOMAN AND HER INFLUENCE .
... we insist on being allowed to do so . If our sphere has been hitherto more personal , it is because you have forced seclusion and restriction upon there seems to have been a better balance | clearly 1859. ] 5 WOMAN AND HER INFLUENCE .
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... better forms , as a change in its whole method . Men are taught books too much , and things too little ; but wo- men infinitely more so . The notion is still common that the most important part of knowledge consists in knowing what ...
... better forms , as a change in its whole method . Men are taught books too much , and things too little ; but wo- men infinitely more so . The notion is still common that the most important part of knowledge consists in knowing what ...
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... Better to hide from the Indian scouts the graves of our people , Lest they should count them , and see how many already have perished . ' Lastly his face he averted , and strode up and down and was thoughtful . " Presently the good ...
... Better to hide from the Indian scouts the graves of our people , Lest they should count them , and see how many already have perished . ' Lastly his face he averted , and strode up and down and was thoughtful . " Presently the good ...
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... better ever bore lance in rest for the right . A Living- stone , treading on foot , all lonely , the mysterious interior of an unknown conti- nent — a Maclure , cleaving his way through storms and ice to solve a scientific prob- lem - a ...
... better ever bore lance in rest for the right . A Living- stone , treading on foot , all lonely , the mysterious interior of an unknown conti- nent — a Maclure , cleaving his way through storms and ice to solve a scientific prob- lem - a ...
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... better quam te : His humor is lofty , his discourse than to represent men as differing from peremptory , his tongue filed , his eye am- each other except in the degree and man - bitious , his gait majestical , and his general ner of ...
... better quam te : His humor is lofty , his discourse than to represent men as differing from peremptory , his tongue filed , his eye am- each other except in the degree and man - bitious , his gait majestical , and his general ner of ...
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Page 202 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 453 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Page 207 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Page 300 - That servile path thou nobly dost decline, Of tracing word by word, and line by line : A new and nobler way thou dost pursue, To make translations ,and translators too : They but preserve the ashes, thou the flame, True to his sense, but truer to his fame.
Page 207 - Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would yield, Eager-hearted as a boy when first he leaves his father's field, And at night along the dusky highway near and nearer drawn, Sees in heaven the light of London flaring like a dreary dawn...
Page 52 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods, rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Page 3 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 63 - And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
Page 34 - And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Page 10 - Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words...