The World's Great Classics: Essays of American essayistsTimothy Dwight, Julian Hawthorne Colonial Press, 1899 Library Committee: Timothy Dwight ... Richard Henry Stoddard, Arthur Richmond Marsh, A.B. [and others] ... Illustrated with nearly two hundred photogravures, etchings, colored plates and full page portraits of great authors. Clarence Cook, art editor. |
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... common soul and raise it to loftier regions of thought and action . Hitch your wagon to a star ; " there is a dictum one could not by any chance forget . It burns into the memory and becomes a part of it . It is not merely remembered ...
... common soul and raise it to loftier regions of thought and action . Hitch your wagon to a star ; " there is a dictum one could not by any chance forget . It burns into the memory and becomes a part of it . It is not merely remembered ...
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... common sermon ; for the auction opened , and they began to buy extravagantly . I found the good man had thoroughly studied my " Almanacs , " and di- gested all I had dropped on these topics during the course of twenty - five years . The ...
... common sermon ; for the auction opened , and they began to buy extravagantly . I found the good man had thoroughly studied my " Almanacs , " and di- gested all I had dropped on these topics during the course of twenty - five years . The ...
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... common we are apt indeed to pass these by as of little worth . But as in the outward creation , so in the soul , the common is the most precious . Science and art may invent splendid modes of illuminating the apartments of the opulent ...
... common we are apt indeed to pass these by as of little worth . But as in the outward creation , so in the soul , the common is the most precious . Science and art may invent splendid modes of illuminating the apartments of the opulent ...
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... some silent spirit , the loftiest purpose cherished , the most generous sacrifice made , and we do not suspect it . I believe this greatness to be most common among the multitude , whose names are never heard SELF - CULTURE 19.
... some silent spirit , the loftiest purpose cherished , the most generous sacrifice made , and we do not suspect it . I believe this greatness to be most common among the multitude , whose names are never heard SELF - CULTURE 19.
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Timothy Dwight, Julian Hawthorne. common among the multitude , whose names are never heard . Among common people will be found more of hardship borne manfully , more of unvarnished truth , more of religious trust , more of that ...
Timothy Dwight, Julian Hawthorne. common among the multitude , whose names are never heard . Among common people will be found more of hardship borne manfully , more of unvarnished truth , more of religious trust , more of that ...
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Sida 2 - How much more than is necessary do we spend in sleep; forgetting that the sleeping fox catches no poultry, and that there will be sleeping enough in the grave, as Poor Richard says.
Sida 35 - God be thanked for books ! they are the voices of the distant and the dead, and make us heirs of the spiritual life of past ages. Books are the true levellers. They give to all, who will faithfully use them, the society, the spiritual presence, of the best and greatest of our race.
Sida 220 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Sida 168 - Familiar as the voice of the mind is to each, the highest merit we ascribe to Moses, Plato and Milton is that they set at naught books and traditions, and spoke not what men, but what they thought.
Sida 220 - Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With everything that pretty bin : My lady sweet, arise! Arise! arise!
Sida 6 - When you have bought one fine thing, you must buy ten more, that your appearance may be all of a piece ; but Poor Dick says, ' It is easier to suppress the first desire, than to satisfy all that follow it.
Sida 221 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? — The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide, The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide ; The hum of bees ; the linnet's lay of love ; And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Sida 351 - In the midst of a gentle rain while these thoughts prevailed, I was suddenly sensible of such sweet and beneficent society in Nature, in the very pattering of the drops, and in every sound and sight around my house, an infinite and unaccountable friendliness all at once like an atmosphere sustaining me, as made the fancied advantages of human neighborhood insignificant, and I have never thought of them since.
Sida 63 - I know that all beneath the moon decays. And what by mortals in this world is brought, In time's great period shall return to nought. l know that all the muse's heavenly lays, With toil of sprite which are so dearly bought, As idle sounds, of few or none are sought, That there is nothing lighter than mere praise.
Sida 244 - I am somewhat too fond of these great mercies, but also because I should have often brought to my mind the many hardships, miseries, and wants, that my poor family was like to meet with, should I be taken from them, especially my poor blind child, who lay nearer my heart than all beside. Oh ! the thoughts of the hardship I thought my poor blind one might go under, would break my heart to pieces.