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172. lappuse - No stream from its source Flows seaward, how lonely soever its course, But what some land is gladdened. No star ever rose And set, without influence somewhere. Who knows What earth needs from earth's lowest creature? No life Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
26. lappuse - We may live without poetry, music, and art ; We may live without conscience, and live without heart ; We may live without friends ; we may live without books ; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. He may live without books, — what is knowledge but grieving ? He may live without hope, — what is hope but deceiving ? He may live without love, — what is passion but pining ? But where is the man that can live without dining ? XX.
138. lappuse - Twixt the leaves of a treatise on Statics : life's stress Needs scope, not contraction ! what rests ? to wear out At some dark northern court an existence, no doubt, In wretched and paltry intrigues for a cause As hopeless as is my own life ! By the laws Of a fate I can neither control nor dispute, I am what I am !
47. lappuse - Thick darkness descended the mountains among ; And a vivid, vindictive, and serpentine flash Gored the darkness, and shore it across with a gash.
172. lappuse - The mission of woman on earth : to give birth To the mercy of Heaven descending on earth. The mission of woman : permitted to bruise The head of the serpent, and sweetly infuse, Through the sorrow and sin of earth's registered curse, The blessing which mitigates all ; born to nurse And to soothe and to solace, to help and to heal The sick world that leans on her.
47. lappuse - The crouch'd hollows and all the oracular hills With dread voices of power. A roused million or more Of wild echoes reluctantly rise from their hoar Immemorial ambush, and roll in the wake Of the cloud, whose reflection leaves livid the lake.
52. lappuse - ... And fall back on the lap of a false destiny. So it will be, so has been, since this world began ! And the happiest, noblest, and best part of man Is the part which he never hath fully played out ; For the first and last word in life's volume is — Doubt.
18. lappuse - The man who seeks one thing in life, and but one, May hope to achieve it before life be done; But he who seeks all things, wherever he goes. Only reaps from the hopes which around him he sows A harvest of barren regrets.
26. lappuse - let him win her." Then he turned to the future — and ordered his dinner. XVIII. O hour of all hours, the most blessed upon earth, Blessed hour of our dinners ! The land of his birth ; The face of his first love ; the bills that he owes ; The twaddle of friends and the venom of foes ; The sermon he heard when to church he last went ; The money he borrowed, the money he spent ; — All of these things a man, I believe, may forget, And not be the worse for forgetting ; but yet Never, never...
150. lappuse - The dial Receives many shades, and each points to the sun. The shadows are many, the sunlight is one. Life's sorrows still fluctuate : God's love does not. And His love is unchanged, when it changes our lot. Looking up to this light, which is common to all, And down to those shadows, on each side, that fall In time's silent circle, so various for each, Is it nothing to know that they never can reach So far, but...