Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath; We have drunken of things Lethean; and fed on... the fullness of death. Laurel is green for a season, and love is sweet for a day; But love grows bitter with treason, and laurel outlives not May. Sleep, shall we sleep after all? for the world is not sweet in the end; For the old faiths loosen and fall, the new years ruin and rend.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The law of nature is alternation for evermore. Each electrical state superinduces the opposite. The soul environs itself with frie...nds, that it may enter into a grander self-acquaintance or solitude; and it goes alone for a season, that it may exalt its conversation or society.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Methoughts a legion of foul fiends Environed me, and howled in mine ears... Such hideous cries that with the very noise I trembling waked, and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made my dream.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This habit of free speaking at ladies' lunches has impaired society; it has doubtless led to many of the tragedies of divorce and ...marital unhappiness. Could society be deaf and dumb and Congress abolished for a season, what a happy and peaceful life one could lead!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I was glad to have got out of the towns, where I am wont to feel unspeakably mean and disgraced,--to have left behind me for a sea...son the bar-rooms of Massachusetts, where the full-grown are not weaned from savage and filthy habits,--still sucking a cigar. My spirits rose in proportion to the outward dreariness. The towns needed to be ventilated. The gods would be pleased to see some pure flames from their altars. They are not to be appeased with cigar-smoke.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am willing, for a money consideration, to test this physical strength, this nervous force, and muscular power with which I've be...en gifted, to show that they will bear a certain strain. If I break down, if my brain gives way under want of sleep, my heart ceases to respond to the calls made on my circulatory system, or the surcharged veins of my extremities burst--if, in short, I fall helpless, or it may be, dead on the track, then I lose my money.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Cassoulet, that best of bean feasts, is everyday fare for a peasant but ambrosia for a gastronome, though its ideal consumer is a ...300-pound blocking back who has been splitting firewood nonstop for the last twelve hours on a subzero day in Manitoba.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am succeeding very well so far with my legging, but it is a very mean business for a man that has been well brought up to engage... in. It is the only way to get a bill from Cincinnati through, so it must be done.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »