The Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine, Volume 5; Volume 27

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Century Company, 1884 - American literature
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Page 220 - God loves from whole to parts : but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake ; The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads ; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next, and next all human race...
Page 573 - THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
Page 596 - I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath : a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind : not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Page 416 - Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or on the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Page 417 - And treading among flowers of joy Which at no season fade, Thou, while thy babes around thee cling, Shalt show us how divine a thing A Woman may be made.
Page 571 - Then saw I many broken hinted sights In the uncertain state I stepp'd into. Meseem'd to be I know not in what place, Where ladies through the streets, like mournful lights. Ran with loose hair, and eyes that frighten'd you. By their own terror, and a pale amaze: The while, little by little, as I thought, The sun ceased, and the stars began to gather, And each wept at the other; And birds dropp'd in mid-flight out of the sky; And earth shook suddenly; And I was 'ware of one, hoarse and tired out....
Page 532 - Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, — Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown, Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown?
Page 220 - OH happiness ! our being's end and aim ! Good, pleasure, ease, content ? whate'er thy name : That something still which prompts th' eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die, Which still so near us, yet beyond us lies, O'er-look'd, seen double, by the fool, and wise.
Page 573 - Peace dwells not here— this rugged face Betrays no spirit of repose; The sullen warrior sole we trace, The marble man of many woes. Such was his mien when first arose The thought of that strange tale divine — When hell he peopled with his foes, Dread scourge of many a guilty line.
Page 220 - Obvious her goods, in no extreme they dwell : There needs but thinking right and meaning well; And mourn our various portions as we please, Equal is common sense and common ease. Remember, man, ' the Universal Cause Acts not by partial but by general laws,' And makes what happiness we justly call Subsist not in the good of one, but all.

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