The Snow Image and Other Twice-told Tales

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T.Y. Crowell, 1902 - 212 pages
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Page 220 - Standing on the bare ground, — my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space, — all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball ; I am nothing ; I see all ; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me ; I am part or parcel of God.
Page 32 - ... was completely hidden from Ernest's eyes. All the great men of the neighborhood were there on horseback; militia officers, in uniform; the member of Congress; the sheriff of the county; the editors of newspapers; and many a farmer, too, had mounted his patient steed, with his Sunday coat upon his back. It really was a very brilliant spectacle, especially as there were numerous banners flaunting over the cavalcade, on some of which were gorgeous portraits of the illustrious statesman and the Great...
Page 21 - But others, who had seen more of the world — had watched and waited till they were weary and had beheld no man with such a face, nor any man that proved to be much greater or nobler than his neighbors — concluded it to be nothing but an idle tale. At all events, the great man of the prophecy had not yet appeared. "Oh, Mother, dear Mother!" cried Ernest, clapping his hands above his head, "I do hope that I shall live to see him...
Page 36 - Oh, majestic friend," he murmured, addressing the Great Stone Face, " is not this man worthy to resemble thee ? " The Face seemed to smile, but answered not a word. Now it happened that the poet, though he dwelt so far away, had not only heard of Ernest, but had meditated much upon his character, until he deemed nothing so desirable as to meet this man, whose untaught wisdom walked hand in hand with the noble simplicity of his life.
Page 27 - Over the general's chair, which was a relic from the h6me of Washington, there was an arch of verdant boughs, with the laurel profusely intermixed, and surmounted by his country's banner, beneath which he had won his victories. Our friend Ernest raised himself on his tip-toes, in hopes to get a glimpse of the celebrated guest ; but there was a mighty crowd about the tables anxious to hear the toasts and speeches, and to catch any word that might fall from the general in reply ; and a volunteer company,...
Page 39 - In another direction was seen the Great Stone Face, with the same cheer, combined with the same solemnity, in its benignant aspect. Ernest began to speak, giving the people of what was in his heart and mind. His words had power, because they accorded with his thoughts ; and his thoughts had reality and depth, because they harmonized with the life which he had always lived.
Page viii - The treasure of intellectual good which I hoped to find in our secluded dwelling had never come to light No profound treatise of ethics, no philosophic history, no novel even, that could stand unsupported on its edges. All that I had to show, as a man of letters, were these few tales and essays, which had blossomed out like flowers in the calm summer of my heart and mind.
Page 211 - On they went, like fiends that throng in mockery round some dead potentate, mighty no more, but majestic still in his agony. On they went, in counterfeited pomp, in senseless uproar, in frenzied merriment, trampling all on an old man's heart.
Page 192 - ... circumstances that had caused much temporary inflammation of the popular mind. It was near nine o'clock of a moonlight evening, when a boat crossed the ferry with a single passenger, who had obtained his conveyance at that unusual hour by the promise of an extra fare. While he stood on the...
Page 184 - I can't bear it any longer," said Daffydowndilly to himself, when he had been at school about a week. " I 'll run away, and try to find my dear mother ; and at any rate, I shall never find anybody half so disagreeable as this old Mr. Toil...

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