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 19
... Lord said , I have surely seen the affliction of my people which are in Egypt , and have heard their cry by reason of their taskmasters ; for I know their sorrows ; " And I am come down to deliver them out of the hand of the Egyp- tians ...
... Lord said , I have surely seen the affliction of my people which are in Egypt , and have heard their cry by reason of their taskmasters ; for I know their sorrows ; " And I am come down to deliver them out of the hand of the Egyp- tians ...
Page 23
... Lord Byron my desire ; for strong appetites and pas- sions and the power they give when under pressure and control ; for my im- perfections that give me the keen delight of striving toward perfection . God of common good and human broth ...
... Lord Byron my desire ; for strong appetites and pas- sions and the power they give when under pressure and control ; for my im- perfections that give me the keen delight of striving toward perfection . God of common good and human broth ...
Page 43
... Lord , to behold us with favor , folk of many families and nations , gathered together in the peace of this roof ; weak men and women , subsisting under the covert of Thy patience . Be patient still ; suffer us yet awhile longer - with ...
... Lord , to behold us with favor , folk of many families and nations , gathered together in the peace of this roof ; weak men and women , subsisting under the covert of Thy patience . Be patient still ; suffer us yet awhile longer - with ...
Page 45
... lords burn his heart . He sees the dreadnaughts scouring every main . He carries on his shawl - wrapped shoulders now The bitterness , the folly and the pain . He can not rest until a spirit - dawn Shall come ; the shining hope of ...
... lords burn his heart . He sees the dreadnaughts scouring every main . He carries on his shawl - wrapped shoulders now The bitterness , the folly and the pain . He can not rest until a spirit - dawn Shall come ; the shining hope of ...
Page 49
... Lord God is coming down upon us . He is standing before me and touching my body , so that I have to close my eyes in a terror of shuddering ecstacy . That is long , long ago , and is all past and done with , as youth itself is past and ...
... Lord God is coming down upon us . He is standing before me and touching my body , so that I have to close my eyes in a terror of shuddering ecstacy . That is long , long ago , and is all past and done with , as youth itself is past and ...
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Popular passages
Page 194 - Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
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 195 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Page 99 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in, glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.
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 80 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet...
Page 188 - 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 194 - 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 139 - In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Page 183 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
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