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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How happy is such a voyage of conception , what delicious , diligent indolence ! " 6 Elbert Hubbard's lifelong labor has placed in all our hands the power to realize Keats ' dream . Here in Hubbard's Scrap Book the Reader will find ...
How happy is such a voyage of conception , what delicious , diligent indolence ! " 6 Elbert Hubbard's lifelong labor has placed in all our hands the power to realize Keats ' dream . Here in Hubbard's Scrap Book the Reader will find ...
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Ah , you tyrant ! " it buzzed . " Despot ! you would deprive me of liberty ! Cruel executioner , why do you not leave me alone ? I am happy , and why do you persecute me ? " After trying very hard , I brought it down and , in seizing it ...
Ah , you tyrant ! " it buzzed . " Despot ! you would deprive me of liberty ! Cruel executioner , why do you not leave me alone ? I am happy , and why do you persecute me ? " After trying very hard , I brought it down and , in seizing it ...
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But for her , the unchallenged purity of countless happy homes would be polluted , and not a few who , in the pride of their untempted chastity , think of her with an indignant shudder , would have known the agony of remorse and despair ...
But for her , the unchallenged purity of countless happy homes would be polluted , and not a few who , in the pride of their untempted chastity , think of her with an indignant shudder , would have known the agony of remorse and despair ...
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... The gold that knows no miser's hold , The gold that banks not in the town , But singing , laughing , freely spills Its hoard far up the happy hills ; Far up , far down , at every turn— What beggar has not gold to burn !
... The gold that knows no miser's hold , The gold that banks not in the town , But singing , laughing , freely spills Its hoard far up the happy hills ; Far up , far down , at every turn— What beggar has not gold to burn !
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HERE are two ways of being happy : We may either diminish our wants or augment our means — either will dothe result is the same ; and it is for each man to decide for himself , and do that which happens to be the easiest .
HERE are two ways of being happy : We may either diminish our wants or augment our means — either will dothe result is the same ; and it is for each man to decide for himself , and do that which happens to be the easiest .
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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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| Title | Elbert Hubbard's Scrap Book: Containing the Inspired and Inspiring Selections Gathered During a Life Time of Discriminating Reading for His Own Use |
| Author | Elbert Hubbard |
| Editor | Elbert Hubbard |
| Compiled by | Elbert Hubbard |
| Contributor | Roycroft Shop |
| Publisher | Wm. H. Wise & Company, 1923 |
| Original from | the University of California |
| Digitized | 26 Mar 2008 |
| ISBN | 1406765252, 9781406765250 |
| Length | 228 pages |
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