Stardrifts; A Birthday Book

Stardrifts; A Birthday Book

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ...we call a man cold when he is only sad. H. W. Longfellow. Her spirit wandered by itself, and won A golden edge from some unsetting sun. J. R. Lowell July 2. She is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition. Shakespeare. Rejoice that man is hurled From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled! Browning. Dark violet eyes, and parted hair. Keats. July 3 Every duty we omit obscures some truth we should have known. Ruskin. About his lofty brow there hangs Thick curling hair, as dark as night; And all his pale, calm face is full Of noble and uplifting light. Anonymous. July 2. July 3 Dreams grow holy, put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming; But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain. Adelaide Procter. Our deeds determine us quite as much as we determine our deeds. George Eliot. July 5 One hour of self-denial, one hour of stern exertion against the assaults of passion, outvalues a life of prayer. W. S. Landor. It is Ideals that inspire conduct, though from afar. MORLEV. Earth-treading stars, that make dark Heaven light. Shakespeare. July 6. The fiend that man harries Is love of the Best; Yawns the pit of the Dragon, Lit by rays from the Blest. The Lethe of Nature Can't trance him again, Whose soul sees the perfect, Which his eyes seek in vain. R. W. Emerson. July 5 July 6. You cannot know the good and tender heart, Its girl's trust, and its woman's constancy, How pure yet passionate, how calm yet kind, How grave yet joyous, how reserved, yet free As light where friends are. Robert Browning. Be to the best thou knowest ever true. Margaret Fuller Ossoli. July 8. For life, whose source not here began, Must fill the utmost sphere of Man, And so expanding, lifted be Along the line more

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  • Paperback | 28 pages
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  • English
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