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Scattered Leaves: Essays in Little on Life, Faith and Work (Classic Reprint)
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A. W. JACKSON art thou cast beauty better blessed body character cheerful Christian comes darkness deed divine duty earth earthly EDWARD ROWLAND SILL ELIOT ELLERY CHANNING EMERSON Eternal experience eyes FAITH OF ETHICS Father fear feel Frederic Henry Hedge gentleness GEORGE ELIOT give glory God's hand harmony hath heart heaven higher highest hope HORATIO STEBBINS ideal infinite intellectual JACOB VOORSANGER JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Jesus JOHN RUSKIN labor learned life's live Lord man's Jerusalem MATTHEW ARNOLD mean mercy moral MURDOCK ness never o'er ourselves peace perfect poetry portunely prayer pure purpose Ralph Waldo Emerson religion religious Resurrection RHODORA Satan seek sense soul strength temptation tender thank Thee THEODORE PARKER thine things THOU ART thought thyself tion to-day true trust truth Unitarianism unity unto W. C. GANNETT wait WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING wisdom wise wrong
Стр. 50 - TO A WATERFOWL Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Стр. 51 - Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply...
Стр. 81 - 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, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge men's search To vaster issues.
Стр. 20 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything To do it as for Thee.
Стр. 45 - IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay ; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array.
Стр. 7 - In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month : and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Стр. 90 - May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense. So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.
Стр. 16 - The Situation that has not its Duty, its Ideal, was never yet occupied by man. Yes, here, in this poor, miserable, hampered, despicable Actual, wherein thou even now standest, here or nowhere is thy Ideal: work it out therefrom; and working, believe, live, be free.
Стр. 15 - The common problem, yours, mine, every one's, Is — not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be, — but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means: a very different thing!