Great Possessions: A New Series of Adventures

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Doubleday, Page, 1917 - 208 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 197 - My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb, and as the showers upon the grass : Because I will publish the name of the Lord: ascribe ye greatness unto our God.
الصفحة 126 - I would not paint a face Or rocks or streams or trees — Mere semblances of things — But something more than these. 'I would not play a tune Upon the sheng or lute Which did not also sing Meanings that else were mute. "That art is best which gives To the soul's range no bound; Something besides the form, Something beyond the sound.
الصفحة 49 - Sit down to write what you have thought, and not to think what you shall write. Use the first words that occur to you, and never attempt to alter a thought; for that which has come of itself into your mind is likely to pass into that of another more readily and with more effect than anything which you can, by reflection, invent.
الصفحة 50 - AREWELL thou busy world ! and may We never meet again : Here I can eat, and sleep, and pray, And do more good in one short day, Than he, who his whole age out wears Upon the most conspicuous theatres, Where nought but vanity and vice do reign. II. Good God ! how sweet are all things here ! How beautiful the fields appear...
الصفحة 32 - So powerfully and vividly did this thought take possession of me that I cannot now remember to have said a decent good-bye to Horace (never mind, he knows me!). At least when I was halfway up the hill I found myself gesticulating with one clenched fist and saying to myself with a kind of passion: "Why wait to be peaceful ? Why not be peaceful now ? Why not be happy now ? Why not be rich now ? For I think it truth that a life uncommanded now is uncommanded; a life unenjoyed now is unenjoyed; a life...
الصفحة 44 - There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference.
الصفحة 85 - what ye doin' here?" "Harvesting my crops," I said. He looked at me sharply to see if I was joking, but I was perfectly sober. "Harvestin' yer crops?" "Yes," I said, the fancy growing suddenly upon me, "and just now I've been taking a crop from the field you think you own.

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