The Volta Review, Volume 24

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Volta Bureau, 1922

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Página 169 - I hold every man a debtor to his profession; from the which, as men of course do seek to receive countenance and profit, so ought they of duty to endeavor themselves, by way of amends, to be a help and ornament thereunto.
Página 9 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on -the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy...
Página 277 - And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!
Página 269 - Self-distrust is the cause of most of our failures. In the assurance of strength there is strength, and they are the weakest, however strong, who have no faith in themselves or their powers.
Página 205 - The word implies professed attainments in special knowledge, as distinguished from mere skill; a practical dealing with affairs as distinguished from mere study or investigation; and an application of such knowledge to uses for others, as a vocation, as distinguished from its pursuit for one's own purposes.
Página 251 - Of course there is the old saw about see a pin and pick it up, all the day you'll have good luck.
Página 102 - I would be true, for there are those who trust me ; I would be pure, for there are those who care; I would be strong, for there is much to suffer; I would be brave, for there is much to dare. I would be friend...
Página 127 - UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be, Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Página 63 - WHENCE comes Solace ? — Not from seeing What is doing, suffering, being, Not from noting Life's conditions, Nor from heeding Time's monitions ; But in cleaving to the Dream, And in gazing at the gleam Whereby gray things golden seem.
Página 52 - Teach us to love our enemies, to do good to those who hate us, and to pray for those who despitefully use us.

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