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April August Augustine Birrell Augustus Hare beauty better blessed breath Carlyle Charles Kingsley Christina Rossetti COLLEGE CORNER-STONE Coventry Patmore D. G. Rossetti December deeds divine doth dream E. B. Browning earth eternal eyes faith February feel flower friends friendship George Eliot gift give God's Goethe grow hand happy hath Hawthorne heart heaven HENRY hope human JAMES January Jean Ingelow JOHN July June Landor light live looks love thee man's March Matthew Arnold mind morning nature never night noble November o'er October one's patience perfect prayers PRESIDENT Robert Browning Ruskin Samuel Johnson sense September Shakespeare shalt Shelley Sidney Lanier smile song soul spirit Stevenson strength sweet sympathy T. B. Aldrich Tennyson thine things Thomas Thoreau thou art thought thyself true truth unto Weir Mitchell William Watson wisdom wise woman women word Wordsworth youth
Page 31 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist ; Not its semblance, but itself ; no beauty, nor good, nor power • Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
Page 7 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise ; I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Page 13 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Page 19 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Page 29 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 29 - I hold every man a debtor to his profession; from the which, as men of course do seek to receive countenance and profit, so ought they of duty to endeavor themselves, by way of amends, to be a help and ornament thereunto.
Page 9 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Page 23 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Page 3 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.