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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 112 - It is easy' in the world to live after the world's opinion ; it is easy in solitude to live after our own ; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
Seite 249 - Nay, not so." Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, — And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest!
Seite 249 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Seite 167 - Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much ; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Seite 170 - Taunt and scoffing at the humble condition of early life affect nobody, in this country, but those who are foolish enough to indulge in them, and they are generally sufficiently punished by public rebuke. A man who is not ashamed of himself need not be ashamed of his early condition.
Seite 17 - A new commandment I give unto you : That you love one another, as I have loved you, that you also love one another.
Seite 101 - Crimes always take the hues and aspects of the country in which they are committed. They show not only guilty men, but a guilty people. The world deems those nations to be debased where crimes abound. It does not merely say that the laws are unwise, or that the judiciary is corrupt, but it charges the guilt home to the whole society.
Seite 67 - ... father once more ; yet she carefully concealed her grief and sighs from her spouse, not to afflict his heart, for she loved him dearly. " One day, remembering the charms which could make her return to the skies, and profiting by a hunt in which Algon was engaged, she made a little basket of osier twigs, then gathered all sorts of flowers, caught birds, and collected every curiosity that she thought would please her father, took her son with her, and went to the magic circle ; there she got into...
Seite 34 - At last came one of a noble name, By the city counted the wealthiest dame, And the pearls that o'er her neck were strung She proudly there to the beggar flung. Then followed a maiden young and fair, Adorned with clusters of golden hair ; But her dress was thin, and scanty, and worn, Not even the beggar seemed more forlorn. With a tearful look, and a pitying sigh, She whispered soft, "No jewels have I — But I give you my prayers, good friend," said she, " And surely I know God listens to me.
Seite 232 - And he fell far through that pit abysmal, The gulf and grave of Maginn and Burns, And pawned his soul for the devil's dismal Stock of returns.