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Page 47 - Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Page 5 - ... QUESTOR: or Days in Concord. By JULIA R. ANAGNOS. Boston : D. Lothrop and Company. This is a little book — only sixty pages — but it is entirely unique in its plan and style. Its purpose is to give an outline sketch of two seasons of the School of Philosophy. To secure this purpose, the author has taken as "a sort of half heroine the shadowy figure of a young girl ; " and, as seen to her, the proceedings of the school are sketched. Most of the persons and places have fictitious names ; Mr....
Page 31 - As when a father dies, his children draw About the empty hearth, their loss to cheat With uttered praise and love, and oft repeat His all-familiar words with whispered awe, The honored habit of his daily law, Not for his sake, but theirs whose feebler feet Need still that guiding lamp, whose faith less sweet Misses that tempered patience without flaw ; So do we gather round thy vacant chair, In thine own elm-roofed, amber-rivered town, Master and father! For the love we bear, Not for thy fame's sake,...
Page 26 - ... had caught the music rather than the words, the sentiment rather than the thought, so with the thirsting spirits at Hillside Chapel. That is the impression left with one by the over-rhapsodic but touching little book in which Mrs. Anagnos, daughter of Julia Ward Howe, described her days in Concord. "The most perfect courtesy, and a beautiful, sincere ignoring of inequality, prevailed in the school. The Alpine summits kindly conversed with the little hills.
Page 21 - Emerson. its cool, towering pines to listen to their voices aloft, and stand among mourning monuments over the bodies of the departed, thyself a joyous monument that towers to hail their souls. Go on, and tread with awe-hushed pace the stone-laid footpath to the Old Manse, that gave its name to the sweetest book ever brought by elves and angels out of the realms of fiction.
Page 51 - Athanatos avouched for the Testament, so new even in its present age (and only just beginning, like a century plant which should bloom once in a thousand years, to cast off, sleepily rousing to its vast awakening, the husks of misconception — the tangles of souls sent to a hell, did not the good Creator forbid one, through linguistic ignorance), left by his Master to His world.
Page 10 - Se'rieux proceeded to develop his philosophic doctrine of the Trinity like an opening rose. It was such a beautiful rose, and offered to the Professor's hearers with such an angelic sweetness, that even the Unitarians in the audience did not like to refuse it, although they could not feel quite sure that the exposition was wholly free from theology, as its honored author sincerely affirmed. Le Se"rieux was a man with all the dignity of study fresh about him.
Page 36 - Norman architecture to build high a stately temple in Emerson's honor, piling it to the clouds, till his language takes on, in many ears, almost the tone of the master whose name he invokes. The discussions of that morning bring with them an energy that awakens in the mental atmosphere of the place thoughts of fire, and turns the torch of the animated discussion into a halo for the head of Emerson.
Page 35 - Thou wert all too mild to rend even the veil of the Temple, as thou rushedst forth into the outer air. Thou didst not even fray the fringe which blindlings stigmatize as ceremony. Our priests now swing their censers towards thee, as towards the pictures of the saints. For art thou not their image? And all the fairer because thou knewest it not...
Page 35 - The gentle priest comes too, and claims this all-beloved spirit as his own. He takes his hand and fastens it again to the altar from which conscience (falsest of demons when she chooses to be out of tune) had dragged the gentle Emerson away. He says, reversing the Bible word, — 'Thou wentest forth from among us, and yet thou wert of us...