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Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Том 38
Charles Dudley Warner
Повний перегляд - 1897
Ahura Amen Amenemhat Arla beautiful Begga Behold brother brought Castle Rackrent caused character chief cometh death divine door Dynasty earth Edda Edward Eggleston Egyptian elder Elder Edda Emerson eyes face farm father flowers Freyja garden George Eliot give gods hand Harakhti hath heard hearken heaven Horus Iceland Inez Julian King Koptos live Loki looked lord Lorenzo Lower Egypt Macey Majesty mighty mind mother mouth Naneferkaptah nature never Nitetis nomarch papyrus passed Pharaoh Piankhy poems Poyser priest Prisse Papyrus Ptah Rika royal Sanehat scribe servant Setna Sigurd Sir Murtagh soul speak spirit stood story sweet Tafnekht tell Teodora Thebes thee there's things Thor thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Thrym thy heart tion tomb took Translation trees truth turned unto Usertesen Utgard-Loki voice whole wife words writing
Сторінка 5452 - The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken ; The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak; or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind. One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost.
Сторінка 5444 - What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. This rule, equally arduous in actual and in intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. It is the harder, because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it.
Сторінка 5442 - Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events.
Сторінка 5455 - Took the largest part of me : For this losing is true dying ; This is lordly man's down-lying, This his slow but sure reclining, Star by star his world resigning. 0 child of paradise, Boy who made dear his father's home, In whose deep eyes Men read the welfare of the times to come) 1 am too much bereft The world dishonored thou hast left. O truth's and nature's costly lie ! O trusted broken prophecy ! O richest fortune sourly crossed ! Born for the future, to the future lost ! The deep Heart answered,...
Сторінка 5460 - Be just at home ; then write your scroll Of honor o'er the sea, And bid the broad Atlantic roll, A ferry of the free. And henceforth there shall be no chain, Save underneath the sea The wires shall murmur through the main Sweet songs of liberty. The conscious stars accord above, The waters wild below, And under, through the cable wove, Her fiery errands go. For He that worketh high and wise, Nor pauses in his plan, Will take the sun out of the skies Ere freedom out of man.
Сторінка 5452 - DAUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds...
Сторінка 5435 - The good are befriended even by weakness and defect. As no man had ever a point of pride that was not injurious to him, so no man had ever a defect that was not somewhere made useful to him. The stag in the fable admired his horns and blamed his feet, but when the hunter came, his feet saved him, and afterwards, caught in the thicket, his horns destroyed him.
Сторінка 5432 - The higher the style we demand of friendship, of course the less easy to establish it with flesh and blood. We walk alone in the world. Friends . such as we desire are dreams and fables. But a sublime hope cheers ever the faithful heart, that elsewhere, in other regions of the universal power, souls are now acting, enduring and daring, which can love us and which we can...
Сторінка 5413 - 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.