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Prefaces
Preface to the Centenary Edition A year ago Mr. James Elliot Cabot died, a good citizen of the R...
Chapter XII. Old Age
'Once more,' the old man cried,ye clouds,Airy turrets purple-piled,Which once my infancy beguil...
Chapter XI. Success
One thing is forever good;That one thing is Success,—Dear to the Eumenides,And to all the heave...
Chapter X. Courage
So nigh is grandeur to our dust,So near is God to man,When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The yo...
Chapter IX. Clubs
Yet Saadi loved the race of men, – No churl, immured in cave or den; In bower and hallHe wants ...
Chapter VIII. Books
O day of days when we can read!The reader and the book, – either without the other is naught.Th...
Chapter VII. Works and Days
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,And marching si...
Chapter VI. Farming
To these menThe landscape is an armory of powers,Which, one by one, they know to draw and use. ...
Chapter V. Domestic Life
I reached the middle of the mountUp which the incarnate soul must climb, And paused for them, a...
Chapter IV. Eloquence
For whom the Muses smile upon, And touch with soft persuasion,His words, like a storm-wind, can...
Chapter III. Art
I framed his tongue to music,I armed his hand with skill, I moulded his face to beautyAnd his ...
Chapter II. Civilization
We flee away from cities, but we bringThe best of cities with us, these learned classifiers, Me...
Chapter I. Society and Solitude
Seyd melted the days like cups of pearl,Served high and low, the lord and churl,Loved harebells...
VIII. Beauty
Was never form and never faceSo sweet to SEYD as only graceWhich did not slumber like a stoneBu...
VII. Considerations by the Way
Hear what British Merlin sung,Of keenest eye and truest tongue.Say not, the chiefs who first ar...
VI. Worship
This is he, who, felled by foes,Sprung harmless up, refreshed by blows:He to captivity was sold...
V. Behavior
Grace, Beauty, and CapriceBuild this golden portal;Graceful women, chosen menDazzle every morta...
IX. Illusions
Flow, flow the waves hated,Accursed, adored,The waves of mutation:No anchorage is.Sleep is not,...
IV. Culture
Can rules or tutors educateThe semigod whom we await?He must be musical,Tremulous, impressional...
III. Wealth
Who shall tell what did befall,Far away in time, when once,Over the lifeless ball,Hung idle sta...