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Page 11 - There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance ; that imitation is suicide ; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion ; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till.
Page 1 - THERE WAS A CHILD WENT FORTH There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years. The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and red clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird...
Page 170 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie : His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Page 1 - And the Third-month lambs and the sow's pink-faint litter, and the mare's foal and the cow's calf, And the noisy brood of the barnyard or by the mire of the pondside, And the fish suspending themselves so curiously below there, and the beautiful curious liquid, And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads, all became part of him.
Page 338 - How calm and quiet a delight Is it, alone, To read and meditate and write, By none offended, and offending none ! To walk, ride, sit, or sleep at one's own ease ; And, pleasing a man's self, none other to displease.
Page 166 - She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.
Page 338 - Good God ! how sweet are all things here ! How beautiful the fields appear ! How cleanly do we. feed and lie ! Lord ! what good hours do we keep ! How quietly we sleep...
Page 126 - I expect — him — to make — the songs of the — nation — but he seems to be contented to — make the inventories.
Page 141 - Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset— earth of the mountains misty-topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow'd earth— rich apple-blossom'd earth! Smile, for your lover comes.