Elbert Hubbard's Scrap Book: Containing the Inspired and Inspiring Selections Gathered During a Life Time of Discriminating Reading for His Own UseA vast collection of more than seven hundred quotations meant to inspire genius, this scrapbook contains favored sayings of the late-nineteenth- and early-twentieth-century essayist Elbert Hubbard. |
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Page 32
... night , in an un- clouded sky , the stars , like the world's choir , rise and set , and as it were divide exis- tence in to two portions , -the one , belong- ing to the earthly , is silent in the perfect stillness of night ; whilst the ...
... night , in an un- clouded sky , the stars , like the world's choir , rise and set , and as it were divide exis- tence in to two portions , -the one , belong- ing to the earthly , is silent in the perfect stillness of night ; whilst the ...
Page 39
... night has a thousand eyes , And the day but one , Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun . The mind has a thousand eyes , And the heart but one , Yet the light of a whole life dies When its love is done . -Francis W ...
... night has a thousand eyes , And the day but one , Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun . The mind has a thousand eyes , And the heart but one , Yet the light of a whole life dies When its love is done . -Francis W ...
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... night , N these days , much of the profit and sometimes the whole of success depend upon utilizing the odds and ends , the so - called " by - products . " The by - product is something apart from the main article manufactured , and yet ...
... night , N these days , much of the profit and sometimes the whole of success depend upon utilizing the odds and ends , the so - called " by - products . " The by - product is something apart from the main article manufactured , and yet ...
Page 46
... nights and sunless days that seemed like nights , all living things trembled with the first call of spring , the trees became afraid of the sap that began to move within them . And the solitary and bitter spirit that had its dwelling ...
... nights and sunless days that seemed like nights , all living things trembled with the first call of spring , the trees became afraid of the sap that began to move within them . And the solitary and bitter spirit that had its dwelling ...
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... night , and am feeling uneasy and limp . And now we are sitting close - packed in church ☛ The organ is play- ing a voluntary . I am leaning back and strain- ing my ears for the sounds in the dim twilight of the building se Childhood's ...
... night , and am feeling uneasy and limp . And now we are sitting close - packed in church ☛ The organ is play- ing a voluntary . I am leaning back and strain- ing my ears for the sounds in the dim twilight of the building se Childhood's ...
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Abraham Lincoln beauty believe blood CALIFORNIA LIBRARY dark dead death delight divine dream earth Edwin Markham eternal evil eyes face father fear feel Finsteraarhorn flowers genius George Bernard Shaw George Eliot give glory hand happy head hear heart heaven Henry Ward Beecher honor hope hour human J. M. W. Turner labor Lady Hamilton Lamia laws liberty light live look Lord mankind matter means ment mind moral nation nature ness never night pain passions peace play pleasure Pontius Pilate poor race religion Robert Louis Stevenson seems slaves sleep sorrow soul speak spirit stand stars sweet tears tell things Thomas Paine thou thought thousand tion tree true truth UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA virtue whole wind woman words youth
Popular passages
Page 194 - Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Page 28 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 195 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Page 99 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in, glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.
Page 133 - DEAR MADAM : I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming.
Page 80 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet...
Page 188 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar— for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 194 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots...
Page 139 - In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Page 183 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
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