A man may take care of a furnace for twenty-five years and still forget to duck his head when he starts going down the cellar stai...rs.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What the hammer?What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain?... What the anvil?What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You do not expect a distinguished lawyer to clean his own clothes, a doctor to groom his horse, a teacher to take care of the scho...olhouse furnace, a preacher to half-sole his shoes.... Yet a woman who enters upon any line of achievement is invariably hampered, for at least the early years, with the inbred desire to add to the labor of her profession all the so-called feminine duties, which, fulfilled to-day, are yet to be done to-morrow, which bring her neither comfort, gain nor reputation, and which by their perpetual demand diminish her powers for a higher quality of work.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A sumptuous dwelling the rich man hath. And dainty is his repast;... But remember that luxury's prodigal hand Keeps the furnace of toil in blast.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round As one great Furnace flam'd, yet from those flames... No light, but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without endLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The great cry that rises from all our manufacturing cities, louder than the furnace blast, is all in very deed for this--that we m...anufacture everything there except men.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And there sat Sam, looking cold and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;... And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players.... They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big, manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange, eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »