A Legacy: Being the Life and Remains of John Martin, Schoolmaster and Poet, Volume 1Hurst & Blackett, 1878 - 4 páginas |
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A Legacy: Being the Life and Remains of John Martin, Schoolmaster ..., Volume 1 Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Visualização integral - 1878 |
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Página 38 - ... Cowcaddens of Glasgow, Seven Dials in London — but never did I see a region such as that we now passed through ; and as in its inner and unseen depths, it was explained to me by my friend, whose daily life was spent therein. The mere atmosphere, physically, was almost unbreathable ; morally — 0 God, is it a God or only a devil who has made all these creatures ? Men worse than the brutes ; women without a rag of womanhood left ; children, — ah ! that is the deepest horror of it all ! To...
Página 60 - There is one mind common to all individual men. Every man is an inlet to the same and to all of the same. He that is once admitted to the right of reason is made a freeman of the whole estate. What Plato has thought, he may think; what a saint has felt, he may feel; what at any time has befallen any man, he can understand. Who hath access to this universal mind, is a party to all that...
Página 127 - I have been through them bodily just now, and I see, partly issuing from the depths of my own heart — for we are all centres of evil which we behold — the most squalid beastliness, oaths, quarrels, fights, drunkenness. To know that the image of God can fall below the level of the brutes, and ape their antics with hideous intelligence, is grief enough. To know that that state is its highest joy ; to know that life in all its circle of intellectual and bodily pleasure holds no greater amusement...
Página 61 - Every man is an inlet to the same and to all of the same. He that is once admitted to the right of reason is made a freeman of the whole estate. What Plato has thought, he may think ; what a saint has felt, he may feel ; what at any time has befallen any man, he can understand. Who hath access to this universal mind, is a party to all that is or can be done, for this is the only and sovereign agent.
Página 101 - ... with the most vivid red and white. It thus appeared to stand out from the rock; and I was certainly rather surprised at the moment that I first saw this gigantic head and upper part of a body bending over and staring grimly down at me. It would be impossible to convey in words an adequate idea of this uncouth and savage figure...
Página 172 - The burning noontide of his bitter passion, The night of his descending, and the height Of his ascension, — ever in my sight ; That, imitating Him in what I may, I never follow an inferior way.
Página 98 - The evil we do in early childhood grows into our good angel ; the evil we do afterwards into our destroyer. Man is his own star, and the soul that can Bender an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate ; Nothing to him falls early, or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Página 128 - At the best the life of these people is very mournful. There is such an utter absence of any desire to achieve immortality to be discovered in them (the people). They pursue daily the same dull, never-thinking course of existence, the only variation to which they look forward being that of hard drinking. The children grow up just in the same way ; at four years old they can " swear like troopers," very often being taught by their parents to do so.
Página 67 - To Ben" (his brother), doubtless meant to be given after his decease. This is about the third little library I have formed. The other two, in my days of want, have gone; whither I know not. When I get aboutlOOO books, I shall conclude that I have a collection worthy the name of a library. I shall surround myself, if events work my way, with all the good poetry of the English language, and the good prose. Mr. Linklater and a lady — his mother, I believe — called at twelve o'clock this day. I...