All's Right with the World

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Lee and Shepard, 1899 - 261 pages
 

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Page 1 - The year's at the Spring, And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hillside's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in his heaven — All's right with the world. — ROBERT BROWNING The
Page 149 - though it be sometimes true, as Matthew Arnold writes, that— " With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, — lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat of the long day and wish 'twere done. Not till the hours of light return All we have built do we discern.
Page 24 - The man or woman who would have remained a sunny garden flower, with no room for its roots and too much sunshine for its head, by the falling of the walls and the neglect of the gardener is made the banian of the forest, yielding shade and fruit to wide neighborhoods of men.— Emerson.
Page 253 - Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly
Page 203 - God screens us evermore from premature ideas. Our eyes are holden that we cannot see things that stare us in the face until the hour arrives that the mind is ripened. Then we behold them, and the time that we saw them not is like a dream.—
Page 177 - In the morning when thou risest unwillingly let this thought be present: " I am rising to the work of a human being. Why, then, am I dissatisfied if I am going to do the things for which I exist and for which I was brought into the
Page 63 - The secret of genius is to suffer no fiction to exist for us; to realize all that we know; in the high refinement of modern life, in arts, in sciences, in books, in men, to exact good faith, reality, and a purpose; and first, last, midst, and without end to honor every truth by use.—
Page 107 - Now in the name of all the gods at once, upon what meat doth this, our Caesar, feed that he is grown so great? — Shakespeare,
Page 220 - The stars come nightly to the sky, The tidal wave unto the sea; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, Can keep my own away from me.
Page 21 - No truth is so sublime but it may be trivial tomorrow in the light of new thoughts. People wish to be settled; only as far as they are unsettled is there any hope for

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