Scribner's Magazine ..., Band 58


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Seite 180 - Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by ? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the LORD hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger. 13 From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them : he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back : he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
Seite 383 - Hence it is that it is almost a definition of a gentleman to say he is one who never inflicts pain. This description is both refined and, as far as it goes, accurate. He is mainly occupied in merely removing the obstacles which hinder the free and unembarrassed action of those about him; and he concurs with their movements rather than takes the initiative himself. His benefits may be considered as parallel to what are called comforts or conveniences in arrangements of a personal nature; like an...
Seite 383 - He is a friend of religious toleration, and that, not only because his philosophy has taught him to look on all forms of faith with an impartial eye, but also from the gentleness and effeminacy of feeling, which is the attendant on civilization.
Seite 146 - Land of song,' said the warrior bard, ' Though all the world betrays thee, One sword at least thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee ! ' The minstrel fell ! but the foeman's chain Could not bring that proud soul under ; The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder ; And said, ' No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery.
Seite 383 - He makes light of favors while he does them, and seems to be receiving when he is conferring. He never speaks of himself except when compelled, never defends himself by a mere retort, he has no ears for slander or gossip, is scrupulous in imputing motives to those who interfere with him, and interprets everything for the best.
Seite 383 - ... less educated minds, who, like blunt weapons, tear and hack instead of cutting clean, who mistake the point in argument, waste their strength on trifles, misconceive their adversary and leave the question more involved than they find it.
Seite 129 - O little self, within whose smallness lies All that man was, and is, and will become, Atom unseen that comprehends the skies And tells the tracks by which the planets roam. That, without moving, knows the joys of...
Seite 239 - He gave her a strange long stare. "Yes, I'll be happy some day. Don' you never fret about me. " And Nedda saw that the warder was standing in the doorway. "Sorry, miss, time's up." Without a word Tryst rose and went out. Nedda was alone again with the little sandy cat. Standing under the high-barred window she wiped her cheeks, that were all wet. Why, why must people suffer so ? Suffer so slowly, so horribly ? What were men made of that they could go on day after day, year after year, watching others...
Seite 418 - Chorus — Yankee Doodle, keep it up, Yankee Doodle, dandy, Mind the music and the step, And with the girls be handy.
Seite 51 - I NEVER loved your plains!— Your gentle valleys, Your drowsy country lanes And pleached alleys. I want my hills! — the trail That scorns the hollow. — Up, up the ragged shale Where few will follow, Up, over wooded crest And mossy boulder With strong thigh, heaving chest, And swinging shoulder, So let me hold my way, By nothing halted, Until, at close of day, I stand, exalted, High on my hills of dream — Dear hills that know me! And then, how fair will seem The lands below me, How pure, at...

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