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... soul shapes to itself a life , whether the outer life conform to it or not . What else is imagination given for ? Did you ever think how strange it is that among the millions of human experiences , out of all the numberless combinations ...
... soul shapes to itself a life , whether the outer life conform to it or not . What else is imagination given for ? Did you ever think how strange it is that among the millions of human experiences , out of all the numberless combinations ...
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... soul seizes to itself what it needs . - This girl , uncherished , repressed in every natural longing to be and to have , took in all the more of what was possible ; for God had given her this glorious insight , this imagina- tion ...
... soul seizes to itself what it needs . - This girl , uncherished , repressed in every natural longing to be and to have , took in all the more of what was possible ; for God had given her this glorious insight , this imagina- tion ...
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... soul mutilated , as it were , in every clip of the inexorable shears . Glory lived half her life in that back parlor of the Pem- bertons . The little golden - haired vision went and came ; it sat by its mother's side in the firelight ...
... soul mutilated , as it were , in every clip of the inexorable shears . Glory lived half her life in that back parlor of the Pem- bertons . The little golden - haired vision went and came ; it sat by its mother's side in the firelight ...
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... her , - her young heart turned bitter for a mo- ment , as it sometimes would ; and her one utterance of all that swelled her martyr - soul broke forth , — - - " Laws a me ! I aint in ' em FAITH GARTNEY'S GIRLHOOD . 31.
... her , - her young heart turned bitter for a mo- ment , as it sometimes would ; and her one utterance of all that swelled her martyr - soul broke forth , — - - " Laws a me ! I aint in ' em FAITH GARTNEY'S GIRLHOOD . 31.
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... soul and essence of the very life she seemed to miss . -- There were shabby children's books about the Grubbling domicile , that had been the older child's- Cornelia's - and had descended to Master Herbert , while yet his only pas- time ...
... soul and essence of the very life she seemed to miss . -- There were shabby children's books about the Grubbling domicile , that had been the older child's- Cornelia's - and had descended to Master Herbert , while yet his only pas- time ...
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Page 90 - Fool! the Ideal is in thyself, the impediment too is in thyself: thy Condition is but the stuff thou art to shape that same Ideal out of: what matters whether such stuff be of this sort or that, so the Form thou give it be heroic, be poetic?
Page 131 - A servant with this clause makes drudgery divine; who sweeps a room, as for thy laws, makes that and the action fine.
Page 253 - For all day the wheels are droning, turning; Their wind comes in our faces, Till our hearts turn, our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places...
Page 118 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen. We hear life murmur or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers. And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 343 - The tree Sucks kindlier nurture from a soil enriched By its own fallen leaves ; and man is made In heart and spirit from deciduous hopes And things that seem to perish.
Page 148 - God sets some souls in shade, alone. They have no daylight of their own. Only in lives of happier ones They see the shine of distant suns. "God knows. Content thee with thy night, Thy greater heaven hath grander light.
Page 82 - For all the heat o' the day, till it declines, And death's mild curfew shall from work assoil. God did anoint thee with his odorous oil, To wrestle, not to reign; and he assigns All thy tears over, like pure crystallines, For younger fellow-workers of the soil To wear for amulets. So others shall Take patience, labor, to their heart and hand, From thy hand and thy heart and thy brave cheer, And God's grace fructify through thee to all. The least flower, with a brimming cup may stand And share its...
Page 289 - Head which was crucified is the Head of all power, and has for His Head the Father ; for the Head of the man is Christ, and the Head of Christ is God.
Page 188 - I mean that when Christ said, ' I am with you to the end of the world,' he only said that which was — which by the laws of things, could not help being — simply, and without metaphor, true." Faith almost paused in her walk to listen. "Events and deeds are not done with in the moment they are enacted. Does a sublime instant in history pass by into nothingness, except for the memory that it has been? God is the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. He is not the God of the dead, but of the living.
Page 65 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide : To loose good dayes, that might be better spent ; To wast long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow...