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... whole subtly merging stream of human experience . We have resorted to that in- effably short - sighted refuge of small and lazy minds , " specialization . But universality and a proportioned synthetic conception of knowledge are ...
... whole subtly merging stream of human experience . We have resorted to that in- effably short - sighted refuge of small and lazy minds , " specialization . But universality and a proportioned synthetic conception of knowledge are ...
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... whole Rocky Mountains to his back , supporting his spine , as it were , and keeping it from bending , he decides that Sinclair Lewis is better than Flaubert , or as good , anyway . Starting out as a critic without any particular ...
... whole Rocky Mountains to his back , supporting his spine , as it were , and keeping it from bending , he decides that Sinclair Lewis is better than Flaubert , or as good , anyway . Starting out as a critic without any particular ...
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... whole heart , " " feels a little lump in his throat at ' Auld Lang Syne ' and ' Dixie , ' ¡± mends his grief at parting from a sweetheart by turning it into a poem , and writes the chorus of his brother's maudlin song , " On the Banks of ...
... whole heart , " " feels a little lump in his throat at ' Auld Lang Syne ' and ' Dixie , ' ¡± mends his grief at parting from a sweetheart by turning it into a poem , and writes the chorus of his brother's maudlin song , " On the Banks of ...
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... whole a silence . The printing press and the mock crowning of Demos have merely aggravated an immemorial condition . Where only a minority could read , of course only a minority could be idle readers . Now that every one is forced to ...
... whole a silence . The printing press and the mock crowning of Demos have merely aggravated an immemorial condition . Where only a minority could read , of course only a minority could be idle readers . Now that every one is forced to ...
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... whole corridor of new experience in percep- tion . " And think , " I heard a man say reverently , " think what it will do to us when we drink it . " Per- haps the new race will some day be relating how we ancients brewed a strong and ...
... whole corridor of new experience in percep- tion . " And think , " I heard a man say reverently , " think what it will do to us when we drink it . " Per- haps the new race will some day be relating how we ancients brewed a strong and ...
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273 ÆäÀÌÁö - By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste! " the lady cries, ' ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
279 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake! (not Greece — she is awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake. And then strike home!
314 ÆäÀÌÁö - Perhaps they were; or perhaps there might have been shoals of them in the far horizon; but lulled into such an opium-like listlessness of vacant, unconscious reverie is this absent-minded youth by the blending cadence of waves with thoughts, that at last he loses his identity; takes the mystic ocean at his feet for the visible image of that deep, blue, bottomless soul, pervading mankind and nature...
325 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.
286 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again; Would that breast by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
xiv ÆäÀÌÁö - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks: methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
300 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us — don't tell! They'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody ! How public, like a frog, To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!
269 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE FUGITIVES. THE waters are flashing, The white hail is dashing, The lightnings are glancing, The hoar-spray is dancing — Away ! The whirlwind is rolling, The thunder is tolling, The forest is swinging, The minster bells ringing — Come away ! The Earth is like Ocean, Wreck-strewn and in motion : Bird, beast, man and worm Have crept out of the storm — Come away ! a. " Our boat has one sail, And the helmsman is pale ; — A bold pilot I trow, Who should follow us now...
314 ÆäÀÌÁö - But while this sleep, this dream is on ye, move your foot or hand an inch; slip your hold at all; and your identity comes back in horror. Over Descartian vortices you hover. And perhaps, at mid-day, in the fairest weather, with one half-throttled shriek you drop through that transparent air into the summer sea, no more to rise for ever. Heed it well, ye Pantheists!
188 ÆäÀÌÁö - Surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her I shall follow, As the water follows the moon, silently, with fluid steps, anywhere around the globe.