Blessed be Drudgery: And Other Papers

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D. Bryce and Son, 1890 - 112 sidor
 

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Sida 38 - I do not love thee, Dr. Fell, The reason why I cannot tell, But this alone I know full well. I do not love thee, Dr. Fell."— (Гит Brmcn.) " Non bene conveniunt nee in una sede moran tur Majestas et amor.
Sida vii - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Sida 100 - I have begun several times many things, and I have often succeeded at last. I shall sit down now ; but the time will come when you will hear me.
Sida 98 - ... as unknown, and yet well known; as dying, and behold we live; as chastened, and not killed; as sorrowful, yet always rejoicing; as poor, yet making many rich; as having nothing, yet possessing all things.
Sida 13 - I GIVE you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball ; It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall.
Sida 51 - There are natures in which, if they love us, we are conscious of having a sort of baptism and consecration: they bind us over to rectitude and purity by their pure belief about us; and our sins become that worst kind of sacrilege which tears down the invisible altar of trust.
Sida 59 - If you have no power of giving: An arm of aid to the weak, A friendly hand to the friendless, Kind words, so short to speak, But whose echo is endless: The world is wide, — these things are small, They may be nothing, but they are All.
Sida 100 - It is all very well," said he, " to tell me that a young man has distinguished himself by a brilliant first speech. He may go on, or he may be satisfied with his first triumph ; but show me a young man who has not succeeded at first, and nevertheless has gone on, and I will back that young man to do better than most of those who have succeeded at the first trial.
Sida 115 - Mid dark horrors sought, Till my peerless jewel, Faith to me she brought. Sorrow, that I wearied Should remain so long Wreathed my starry glory, The bright Crown of Song. Strife, that racked my spirit Without hope or rest, Left the blooming flower. Patience, on my breast. Suffering, that I dreaded, Ignorant of her charms, Laid the fair child, Pity, Smiling, in my arms.
Sida 24 - God choosing me to help Him. . . . . . . If my hand slacked I should rob God — since He is fullest good — Leaving a blank instead of violins. ... He could not make Antonio Stradivari's violins Without Antonio.

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