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Страница 186 - Judah and Israel were many, as the sand which is by the sea in multitude, eating and drinking, and making merry. And Judah and Israel dwelt safely, every man under his vine and under his fig-tree, from Dan even to Beertbeba all the days of Solomon.
Страница 248 - The state must consider the poor man, and all voices must speak for him. Every child that is born must have a just chance for his bread. Lot the amelioration in our laws of property proceed from the concession of the rich, not from the grasping of the poor.
Страница 249 - The degree and kind of attachment which many of the yeomanry feel to their small inheritances .can scarcely be over-rated. Near the house of one of them stands a magnificent tree, which a neighbour of the owner advised him to fell for profit's sake. ' Fell it ! ' exclaimed the yeoman ; ' I had rather fall on my knees and worship it.
Страница 254 - If Mechanism, like some glass bell, encircles and imprisons us, if the soul looks forth on a fair heavenly country which it cannot reach, and pines, and in its scanty atmosphere is ready to perish — yet the bell is but of glass ; ' one bold stroke to break the bell in pieces, ' and thou art delivered !' Not the invisible world is wanting, for it dwells in man's soul, and this last is still here.
Страница 182 - ... and resources than can be expected of every young man, to right himself in them; he is lost in them; he cannot move hand or foot in them. Has he genius and virtue ? the less does he find them fit for him to grow in, and if he would thrive in them, he must sacrifice all the brilliant dreams of boyhood and youth as dreams; he must forget the prayers of his childhood; and he must take on him the harness of routine and obsequiousness. If not so minded...
Страница 253 - Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Страница 179 - And, as they issue from the illumined pile, A fresh band meets them at the crowded door, And in the courts — and where the rumbling stream, That turns the multitude of dizzy wheels, Glares, like a troubled spirit, in its bed Among the rocks below. Men, maidens, youths. Mother and little children, boys and girls Enter, and each the wonted task resumes Within this temple, where is offered up To gain — the master idol of the realm, Perpetual sacrifice.
Страница 248 - Love would put a new face on this weary old world in which we dwell as pagans and enemies too long, and it would warm the heart to see how fast the vain diplomacy of statesmen, the impotence of armies, and navies, and lines of defence, would be VOL. I. 16 superseded by this unarmed child.
Страница 254 - Not the invisible world is wanting, for it dwells in man's soul, and this last is still here. Are the solemn temples in which the Divinity was once visibly revealed among us, crumbling away ? We can repair them, we can rebuild them. The wisdom, the heroic worth of our forefathers, which we have lost, we can recover. That admiration of old nobleness, which now so often shows itself as a faint dilettantism, will one day become a generous emulation, and man may again be all that he has been, arid more...