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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Page 8
... sweet , familiar voice . All gone . Only the dis- Serene , I fold my hands and wait , Nor care for wind nor tide nor sea : I rave no more ' gainst time or fate , For , lo ! my own shall come to me . I stay my haste , I make delays : For ...
... sweet , familiar voice . All gone . Only the dis- Serene , I fold my hands and wait , Nor care for wind nor tide nor sea : I rave no more ' gainst time or fate , For , lo ! my own shall come to me . I stay my haste , I make delays : For ...
Page 9
... sweet tuppence worth of social position , piety , comfort , and domestic affection , of which he , too , is often ironically defrauded by Fate . - George Bernard Shaw . I WAS passing along the street when a beggar , a decrepit old man ...
... sweet tuppence worth of social position , piety , comfort , and domestic affection , of which he , too , is often ironically defrauded by Fate . - George Bernard Shaw . I WAS passing along the street when a beggar , a decrepit old man ...
Page 16
... sweet music to him and give him abun- dance of good advice . ¶ Yes , we will do almost anything for the poor man , any- thing but get off his back . - Leo Tolstoy . measure of a man is not in the darkest place or in the amen corner ...
... sweet music to him and give him abun- dance of good advice . ¶ Yes , we will do almost anything for the poor man , any- thing but get off his back . - Leo Tolstoy . measure of a man is not in the darkest place or in the amen corner ...
Page 21
... sweet silence of the plain , - For bounty springing from the sod , For every step by beauty trod , - For each dear gift of joy , thank God ! " For Joy , " by Florence Earle Coates men forget their common origins , forget their univer ...
... sweet silence of the plain , - For bounty springing from the sod , For every step by beauty trod , - For each dear gift of joy , thank God ! " For Joy , " by Florence Earle Coates men forget their common origins , forget their univer ...
Page 29
... sweet and soft , do their blending ; white rocks stand spectral ; turrets of rock shoot up as crimson as though they were drenched with blood o It is as if the most glorious sunset you ever saw had been caught and held upon that ...
... sweet and soft , do their blending ; white rocks stand spectral ; turrets of rock shoot up as crimson as though they were drenched with blood o It is as if the most glorious sunset you ever saw had been caught and held upon that ...
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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
Popular passages
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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