Elbert Hubbard's Scrap Book: Containing the Inspired and Inspiring Selections, Gathered During a Life Time of Discriminating Reading for His Own UseA vast collection of more than seven hundred quotations meant to inspire genius, this scrapbook contains favored sayings of the late-nineteenth- and early-twentieth-century essayist Elbert Hubbard. |
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... of all , the child of God . -Phillips Brooks . Ꮽ Ꮽ IE when I may , I want it said of me by those who knew me best , that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow . Abraham Lincoln . HAT we ...
... of all , the child of God . -Phillips Brooks . Ꮽ Ꮽ IE when I may , I want it said of me by those who knew me best , that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow . Abraham Lincoln . HAT we ...
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... of the Puritans and tabuing all pleasures . They ought to distinguish between those that have a tendency to excess and ... Abraham Lincoln at Gettysburg , " self . Lift my eyes from the earth , and let me not forget the uses of the stars ...
... of the Puritans and tabuing all pleasures . They ought to distinguish between those that have a tendency to excess and ... Abraham Lincoln at Gettysburg , " self . Lift my eyes from the earth , and let me not forget the uses of the stars ...
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... of man . OW the universal heart of man blesses flowers ! They are wreathed round the cradle , the marriage - altar ... Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight , " Nor is this all . There is also found in war a cold - hearted indifference to ...
... of man . OW the universal heart of man blesses flowers ! They are wreathed round the cradle , the marriage - altar ... Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight , " Nor is this all . There is also found in war a cold - hearted indifference to ...
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... of Thee .... Ah ! they have nailed Thy arms to the Cross , so that Thou canst not stretch out a finger toward us ... Abraham Lincoln . To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old ...
... of Thee .... Ah ! they have nailed Thy arms to the Cross , so that Thou canst not stretch out a finger toward us ... Abraham Lincoln . To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old ...
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... of the mother earth . My heart is of steel , my limbs are of iron , and my fingers are of brass . I sing the songs of the world , the ... Abraham Lincoln . INE as friendship is , there is nothing irrevocable about Page 58 ELBERT HUBBARD'S.
... of the mother earth . My heart is of steel , my limbs are of iron , and my fingers are of brass . I sing the songs of the world , the ... Abraham Lincoln . INE as friendship is , there is nothing irrevocable about Page 58 ELBERT HUBBARD'S.
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Abraham Lincoln army battle beauty believe blood creatures dead dear death delight divine dream earth Edgar Lee Masters Edwin Markham eternal evil eyes face fear feel Finsteraarhorn fire flowers friends genius George Bernard Shaw George Eliot give glory hand happy Hardy hear heart heaven Henry Ward Beecher honor hope hour human labor Lady Hamilton Lamia laws liberty light live look Lord Mary Baker Eddy matter means ment mind moral nation nature ness never night pain passions peace play pleasure Pontius Pilate poor race religion Robert Robert Louis Stevenson seems sleep soul speak spirit stand stars Stevenson sweet tears tell thee things Thomas Paine thou thought thousand tion tree true truth virtue Waterloo William woman words youth Ꮽ Ꮽ
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Page 111 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent ; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free ; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory ! NOTE ON PROMETHEUS UNBOUND, BY MRS.
Page 28 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 135 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is...
Page 24 - In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Page 133 - DEAR MADAM : I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming.
Page 99 - I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.
Page 174 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots...
Page 165 - I have heard, in such a way as to believe it, of your recently saying that both the army and the government needed a dictator. Of course it was not for this, but in spite of it, that ''I have given you the command. Only those generals who gain successes can set up dictators. What I now ask of you is military success, and I will risk the dictatorship.
Page 168 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar— for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 161 - These are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.
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