American Literature

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Doubleday, Page, 1915 - 254 pages
 

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Page 218 - George Eliot's: O 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.
Page 42 - in the Hands of an Angry God: "The God that holds you over the pit of hell, much as one holds a spider or some loathsome insect over the fire, abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked . . . you are ten thousand times as abominable in his eyes as the most hateful and venomous serpent is in ours. . . . You
Page 63 - thus: He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone Will lead my steps aright. It is
Page 42 - abominable in his eyes as the most hateful and venomous serpent is in ours. . . . You hang by a slender thread, with the flames of divine wrath flashing about it. ... If you cry to God to pity you, he will be so far from pitying you in your doleful case . . . that
Page 111 - yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same, Every foot of the interior swarms with the same. To me the sea is a continual miracle, The fishes that swim, the rocks, the motion of the waves, the ships with men in them, What stranger miracles are there?
Page 111 - miracle: Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach just
Page 121 - Solemnly, mournfully, Dealing its dole, The Curfew Bell Is beginning to toll. Cover the embers And put out the light; Toil comes with the morning And rest with the night. Dark grow the windows, And quenched is the fire; Sound fades into silence— All footsteps retire. No voice in the chambers, No sound in the hall; Sleep and oblivion Reign over all! In
Page 169 - And now I begin to understand why I was imprisoned so many years in this lonely chamber, and why I could never break through the viewless bolts and bars; for if I had sooner made my escape into the world, I should have grown hard and rough
Page 244 - Didn't the fox never catch the rabbit, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy the next evening. "He come mighty nigh it, honey, sho's you bawn —Brer Fox did. One day atter Brer Rabbit fool 'im wid dat calamus root, Brer Fox went ter wuk en got 'im
Page 94 - there comes revolution. The old is for slaves. . . . Let me admonish you, first of all, to go alone; to refuse the good models, even those which are sacred in the imagination of men, and dare to love God without mediator or veil.

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