I laugh e'en now,--earth had no charms for me, Nor scene half bright enough to win my young heart from the sea.
60 Where those great warriors, which did overcome The world with conquest of their might and maine, And made one meare* of th'earth and of their raine?
I had a spire-haired collie, a breed atween a Heelan lurcher, a grew, and a wolf, dog, a meety, muckle collie he is for sure--weel, gentlemen, do ye ken, he a' rides on him when we hoont the tod (fox), an' to see him girt a screep o' red flannin on for a saddle, that the neer-do-weel toor fra a beggar-wife's tattered duds ane day; an' then to see him lowp on like a mountebank, and sit skreighin an' chatrin, an' cronkin like a paddock on a clud o'yearth.
On some fond breast the parting soul Relies,--earth has no more to give; Who wholly loves has known the whole, The wholly loved doth truly live.
Woman is an element, all the elements in one,--earth, air, fire, and water, met together in a rose.
As to domestic cares, you know Mrs. Stowe has written a beautiful little tract on this subject--"Earthly Care a Heavenly Discipline."
Then gan that nation, th'earths new giant brood, To dart abroad the thunderbolts of warre, And, beating downe these walls with furious mood Into her mothers bosome, all did marre; To th'end that none, all were it* Iove his sire, Should boast himselfe of the Romane empire.
Only a very great genius can unearth the dusty chronicles of past centuries, and make its men and women live and breathe, and speak to us.
Earthly happiness,--pleasure that belongs to the senses and perishes with them,--earthly happiness is a dream and a delusion.
There are full many sins confess'd, my Lord, In pain of body and in pain of soul; Some from the heart unearth'd by fire and sword, And stealing forth amid the spirit's dole, With fiery pain-sweat seething every word; But none, my Lord, that riseth to the sky, Bears guilt of mine upon its blister'd tongue; Though torture's fire is quick to forge a lie, None from these woman's lips could ere be wrung; No!
Finally they unearthed a baby's cot in the room that Hippolyte had designed for the Croixmare menage, and de Tournelle said it was the very thing for me, but Jean replied, "Mon cher ami c'est une Bebe beaucoup trop emoustillante," which I thought very rude, just as if I snored, or something dreadful like that.
But although we gladly concede that these labors have resulted in the diffusion of a knowledge of the times and the circumstances in which Shakespeare lived, and in the unearthing of much interesting illustration of his works from the mould of antiquity, we cannot accept the documents which have been so plentifully produced and so pitilessly printed,--the extracts from parish-registers and old account-books,--not Shakespeare's,--the inventories, the last wills and testaments, the leases, the deeds, the bonds, the declarations, pleas, replications, rejoinders, surrejoinders, rebutters, and surrebutters,--as having aught to do with the life of such a man as William Shakespeare.
It is to be hoped that no one, who shall become great by means of my rules, will turn upon me and revile me, when he finds himself interviewed incessantly, persecuted by unearthings of his early sins, by persistent beggars, by slanders of the envious, by libels of the press, and by the other concomitants of greatness.
Whatever be the long-sought and never-to-be-forgotten definition of the Beautiful, of this much at least a mere process of induction will assure us, that men count things beautiful in the measure that they are released from the grossness, formlessness, and heaviness of matter, and by their delicacy, shapeliness, and unearthliness, betray the influence of that principle which is everywhere in conflict with matter and is called spirit.
For answer there was the unearthly chuckle just below his ear.
No sooner does he sink back quiet in his grave than somebody unearths him.
The scenery of a long tragic drama flashed through his mind as the lightning-express-train whishes by a station: the gradual dismantling process of disease; friends looking on, sympathetic, but secretly chuckling over their own stomachs of iron and lungs of caoutchouc; nurses attentive, but calculating their crop, and thinking how soon it will be ripe, so that they can go to your neighbor, who is good for a year or so longer; doctors assiduous, but giving themselves a mental shake, as they go out of your door, that throws off your particular grief as a duck sheds a rain-drop from his oily feathers; undertakers solemn, but happy; then the great subsoil cultivator, who plants, but never looks for fruit in his garden; then the stone-cutter, who finds the lie that has been waiting for you on a slab ever since the birds or beasts made their tracks on the new red sandstone; then the grass and the dandelions and the buttercups,--Earth saying to the mortal body, with her sweet symbolism, "You have scarred my bosom, but you are forgiven"; then a glimpse of the soul as a floating consciousness without very definite form or place, but dimly conceived of as an upright column of vapor or mist several times larger than life-size, so far as it could be said to have any size at all, wandering about and living a thin and half-awake life for want of good old-fashioned solid matter to come down upon with foot and fist,--in fact, having neither foot nor fist, nor conveniences for taking the sitting posture.
You that comes to waste and destroy, to arrogate unto yourselves the kingdoms of the yearth and all the fruits thereof, let me tell you you can't override Simeon Reed!
That I do; for my master told me so; and there is not an honester gentleman on the face of God's yearth.--His name is Captain Tomlinson, Sir.
All this their eyes had looked upon,--earth's proudest city, wasted and thunder-scarred, lying in desolation, and the doom of oppressors traced on her ruins in the hand writing of God, glaring in letters of fire mingled with blood--a blackened monument of wrath to the uttermost against the stealers of men.
By what caprice of the strange law of the distribution of fair faces had she come to flower in this particular waste place of the earth?--for her face had surely come a long way, been blown blossom-wise on some far wandering wind, from realms of old beauty and romance, and it had the exiled look of all beautiful things.
You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net Title: Reminiscences of a Pioneer Author: Colonel William Thompson Release Date: March 8, 2004 EBook #11508 Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK REMINISCENCES OF A PIONEER *** Produced by David A. Schwan <email@example.com> Reminiscences of a Pioneer By Colonel William Thompson Editor Alturas, Cal.,
If this thy mission is on Earth Or Hell, thou leavest after thee but dearth!"
Be there a dearthe of arte to helpe complexion, And for theym many housses of correctyon.
We can most part foresee these epidemical diseases, and likely avoid them; Dearths, tempests, plagues, our astrologers foretell us; Earthquakes, inundations, ruins of houses, consuming fires, come by little and little, or make some noise beforehand; but the knaveries, impostures, injuries and villainies of men no art can avoid.
BAKING DISHES.--Earthenware are the best.
As for those I speak of, I pluck them as a wild fruit, native to this quarter of the earth,--fruit of old trees that have been dying ever since I was a boy and are not yet dead, frequented only by the woodpecker and the squirrel, deserted now by the owner, who has not faith enough to look under their boughs.
You chop or lose your first two or three: but keep up your pluck, and you'll run into one before sun-down; and I seem to have run into a whole earthful!"
The wild heath had its flowers and moss, the forest had its trees, Which, bending to the evening wind, made music in the breeze; But earth,--ha!
Knowest thou not moreover, that man is the woman's sun; woman is the man's earth?--How dreary, how desolate, the earth, that the suns shines not upon!
I can say in the presence of God," cried Cromwell, in the last of his speeches, "I can say in the presence of God, in comparison with whom we are but poor creeping ants upon the earth,--I would have been glad to have lived under my woodside, to have kept a flock of sheep, rather than undertaken such a Government as this."
You will be but too likely, Doctor, to make the coarsest mistakes, when you fancy yourself most penetrating; to mistake the mere scurf and disease of the character for its healthy organic tissue, and to find out at last, somewhat to your confusion, that there are more things, not only in heaven, but in the earthiest of the earth, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
"The Albanians in general (I do not mean the cultivators of the earth in the provinces, who have also that appellation, but the mountaineers) have a fine cast of countenance; and the most beautiful women I have ever beheld, in stature and in features, we saw levelling the road broken down by the torrents between Delvinaki and Libokavo.
For what end were their tithes levied and eaten; for what were their shovel-hats scooped out, and their surplices and cassock-aprons girt on; and such a church-repairing, and chaffering, and organing, and other racketing, held over that spot of God's Earth,--if Man were but a Patent Digester, and the Belly with its adjuncts the grand Reality?
LOWELL'S ESTIMATE, --Problem of terrestrial temperature --Ice under recent lava --Tropical oceans ice-cold at bottom --Earth's surface-heat all from the sun --Absolute zero of temperature --Complex problem of planetary temperatures --Mr.
The moss, so rich, deep, soft, and earthily fragrant, was a springy stair-carpet of a steep stairway.
"No, Prudence--God is your Father in heaven, and I am your father on earth--" "But not my papa!"
She explained to me that it has been indisputably proven that the earth is not only enveloped by those invisible electric currents which are now used instead of wires to carry telegraphic messages, but that this world of ours is also belted by countless psychic currents which go whirling round the earth----" "What kind of currents?"
'Tis an unheard-of case, Ladies--had she not preferred me to all mankind--There I stopped--and that, resumed I, feeling for my handkerchief, is what staggered Captain Tomlinson when he heard of her flight; who, the last time he saw us together, saw the most affectionate couple on earth!--the most affectionate couple on earth!--in the accent-grievous, repeated I. Out then I pulled my handkerchief, and putting it to my eyes, arose, and walked to the window--It makes me weaker than a woman, did I not love her, as never man loved his wife!
To one who watched it in that golden light, Across the gulf between the sunlit hills, The city seemed transfigured, lifted high Above the gloom and misery of earth,-- A fit abode for Israel's ancient kings.
Some Maples are yet green, only yellow or crimson-tipped on the edges of their flakes, like the edges of a Hazel-Nut burr; some are wholly brilliant scarlet, raying out regularly and finely every way, bilaterally, like the veins of a leaf; others, of more irregular form, when I turn my head slightly, emptying out some of its earthiness and concealing the trunk of the tree, seem to rest heavily flake on flake, like yellow and scarlet clouds, wreath upon wreath, or like snow-drifts driving through the air, stratified by the wind.
"In courtesy, thus--" Sang Richard: "The gods in honor of fair Branwen's worth Bore gifts to her:--and Jove, Olympus' lord, Co-rule of Earth and Heaven did accord, And Hermes brought that lyre he framed at birth, And Venus her famed girdle (to engirth A fairer beauty now), and Mars his sword, And wrinkled Plutus half the secret hoard And immemorial treasure of mid-earth;-- "And while the careful gods were pondering Which of these goodly gifts the goodliest was, Young Cupid came among them carolling And proffered unto her a looking-glass, Wherein she gazed, and saw the goodliest thing That Earth had borne, and Heaven might not surpass."
The following are the writers whose opinions have obtained the greatest celebrity, as advocates for particular systems accounting for the formation and subsequent alteration of the earth:-- Mr. Whitehurst taught that the concentric arrangement of the crust of the globe was destroyed by the expansive force of subterranean fire.
I mean, earthing, if you term it so;--for I never found yellow earth enough to cover the old fox your father.
Dis shall not keep me from thee, O beloved; But I shall shake his gates in my despair, Until they open wide to let me pass; I'll take my life up like a mighty rock, And so beat breaches in the walls of Time; I'll cast existence from me like a wrestler's robes, And with my supple, naked soul throw Fate; I'll snap the shackles whose Promethean links Bind down my soul unto this narrow earth.-- Dost hear my voice dim floating to thee now, Along the waves that ripple at my feet?
There is a curse on the earth; such a curse as is expressed, I believe, in the old Hebrew text, where the word "adamah" (correctly translated in our version "the ground") signifies, as I am told, not this planet; but simply the soil from whence we get our food; such a curse as certainly is expressed by the Septuagint and the Vulgate versions: "Cursed is the earth"-- Greek; "in opere tuo," as the Vulgate has it--"in thy works."
Their golden sculpture view on every hand, Or carved images in pearl that stand In clusters on the floor, or in long rows; And on the walls of purest pearl there glows The painting of each act of kindest deed Each soul performs on earth;--is there portrayed.
So that in England, in Elizabeth's time, there was a noble material for Christianity and art and literature to work upon, and to develop a civilization such as had not existed previously on this earth,--a civilization destined to spread throughout the world in new institutions, inventions, laws, language, and literature, binding hostile races together, and proclaiming the sovereignty of intelligence,--the Greek: nous kratei of the old Ionian philosophers,--with that higher sovereignty which Moses based upon the Ten Commandments, and that higher law still which Jesus taught upon the Mount.
She only said, drooping her regal head with the slightest dip into motion,-- "I want to tell you a story; it is of people who are, some in heaven and some upon the earth;--a story with which you must have something to do for me, because I cannot do it for myself.