Maids of Honour: Twelve Descriptive Sketches of Single Women who Have Distinguished Themselves in Philanthropy, Nursing, Poetry, Travel, Science, ProseW. Blackwood, 1906 - 379 pagina's |
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Pagina 125 - As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place ; The leper no longer crouched at his side, But stood before him glorified, Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate, — Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple of God in Man.
Pagina 127 - Day by day, when I saw with what a front she met suffering, I looked on her with an anguish of wonder and love. I have seen nothing like it; but, indeed, I have never seen her parallel in anything. Stronger than a man, simpler than a child, her nature stood alone.
Pagina 243 - I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro ; Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know : I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go.
Pagina 16 - The peers made her a slight bow. The prisoner was dressed in deep mourning, a black hood on her head, her hair modestly dressed and powdered, a black silk sacque, with crape trimmings ; black gauze deep ruffles, and black gloves. The counsel spoke about an hour and a quarter each. Dunning's manner is insufferably bad, coughing and spitting at every three words ; but his sense and his expression, pointed to the last degree ; he made her grace shed bitter tears.
Pagina 239 - I should rather say, of a follower of his, Mr. Ralph Waldo Emerson. This gentleman has written a volume of Essays, in which, among much that is dreamy and fanciful (if he will pardon me for saying so), there is much more that is true and manly, honest and bold. Transcendentalism has its occasional vagaries (what school has not ?) but it has good healthful qualities in spite of them ; not least among the number a hearty disgust of Cant, and an aptitude to detect her in all the million varieties of...
Pagina 127 - The awful point was, that while full of ruth for others, on herself she had no pity ; the spirit was inexorable to the flesh ; from the trembling hand, the unnerved limbs, the faded eyes, the same service was exacted as they had rendered in health. To stand by and witness this, and not dare to remonstrate, was a pain no words can render.
Pagina 19 - The gray old walls were hung with scarlet. The long galleries were crowded by an audience such as has rarely excited the fears or the emulation of an orator.
Pagina 301 - There no more parting, no more pain, The distant ones brought near, The lost so long are found again, Long lost but longer dear : Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard, Nor heart conceived that rest, With them our good things long deferred, With Jesus Christ our Best.
Pagina 311 - And well may the children weep before you ! They are weary ere they run; They have never seen the sunshine, nor the glory Which is brighter than the sun. They know the grief of man, without its wisdom; They sink in man's despair, without its calm; Are slaves, without the liberty in Christdom, Are martyrs, by the pang without the palm...
Pagina xxi - Is this enough ? Is it to live ? Is there not a terrible hollowness, mockery, want, craving, in that existence which is given away to others for want of something of your own to bestow it on ? I suspect there is. Does virtue lie in abnegation of self? I do not believe it. Undue humility makes tyranny ; weak concession creates selfishness. Each human being has his share of rights. I suspect it would conduce to the happiness and welfare of all if each knew his allotment and held to it as tenaciously...