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 9
... marching street Of drum or fife , and I forget Broken old mothers , and the whole Dark butchering without a soul . Without a soul - save this bright treat Of heady music , sweet as hell ; And even my peace - abiding feet Go marching ...
... marching street Of drum or fife , and I forget Broken old mothers , and the whole Dark butchering without a soul . Without a soul - save this bright treat Of heady music , sweet as hell ; And even my peace - abiding feet Go marching ...
Page 50
... marching beside me in their matter - of - fact and stolid way , I feel ashamed , and call myself a wretched coward . What a weak - nerved , hysterical breed , that can no longer look at blood without fainting ! You neurasthenic off ...
... marching beside me in their matter - of - fact and stolid way , I feel ashamed , and call myself a wretched coward . What a weak - nerved , hysterical breed , that can no longer look at blood without fainting ! You neurasthenic off ...
Page 68
... marches to music . The very stars are said to make harmony as they revolve in their spheres . - Carlyle . Ꮽ Ꮽ e Shadow owes its birth to light . - Gray . molested . There is always something that goes amiss . Vain vexations - vain ...
... marches to music . The very stars are said to make harmony as they revolve in their spheres . - Carlyle . Ꮽ Ꮽ e Shadow owes its birth to light . - Gray . molested . There is always something that goes amiss . Vain vexations - vain ...
Page 141
... marching near , From scarlet lands to lands forever pale ; It is a bugle dying down the gale ; Is the sudden gushing of a tear . And it is hands that grope at ghostly doors ; And romp of spirit - children on the pave ; It is the tender ...
... marching near , From scarlet lands to lands forever pale ; It is a bugle dying down the gale ; Is the sudden gushing of a tear . And it is hands that grope at ghostly doors ; And romp of spirit - children on the pave ; It is the tender ...
Page 162
... marching on . Hark the rolling of the thunder ? Lo , the sun ! and lo , thereunder Riseth wrath and hope and wonder , And the host comes marching on . Forth they come from grief and torment ; on they wend towards health and mirth ...
... marching on . Hark the rolling of the thunder ? Lo , the sun ! and lo , thereunder Riseth wrath and hope and wonder , And the host comes marching on . Forth they come from grief and torment ; on they wend towards health and mirth ...
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ELBERT HUBBARD'S SCRAP BOOK: Containing the Inspired and Inspiring ... Elbert Hubbard Limited preview - 1999 |
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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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