. A poet's cabinet, being passages, mainly poetical . Idem, 1., 2. SYMPATHY, LACK OF .... Poor, lonely man! .... His own fault—would not have A soul go with him. .... Why should he? To minds In which the spirit so subdues the sense, A lack of sympathy itself is absence. Columbus, 11., 3. SYMPATHY, RECEIVED WHERE GIVEN Nor long was it ere I had grown to shareIn all the love of all with whom I met;And oft, too, thus invoking sympathy,My wishes wrought like witches, and conjuredThe thing they wishd for: sympathy would come. Ideals Made Real, xliv. SYMPATHY, WHEN MERELY SUPERFICIAL We all should s
. A poet's cabinet, being passages, mainly poetical . Idem, 1., 2. SYMPATHY, LACK OF .... Poor, lonely man! .... His own fault—would not have A soul go with him. .... Why should he? To minds In which the spirit so subdues the sense, A lack of sympathy itself is absence. Columbus, 11., 3. SYMPATHY, RECEIVED WHERE GIVEN Nor long was it ere I had grown to shareIn all the love of all with whom I met;And oft, too, thus invoking sympathy,My wishes wrought like witches, and conjuredThe thing they wishd for: sympathy would come. Ideals Made Real, xliv. SYMPATHY, WHEN MERELY SUPERFICIAL We all should sympathize. All own one lord;All wait beside one shore; all watch one tide.—So too do snipes and snails! and so do soulsThat yet shall rule in heaven ten towns and differ, . . John from James, as wellAs both from Judas.—Judas lingers too. Idem, hearts hold secrets, even love that comes,And comes in crowds, will bring the prying soulFull drive to spring them open. How I shrankTo meet with those with whom my soul could find. Womans grief,If there be any manhood left in him,Will rouse his efforts to bespeak her peace. See page 426. SELECTED QUOTATIONS 385 No source of sympathy, but parrot-sounds Produced when tongue and teeth and lips combine To mouth one shibboleth! A fate like this Foretokend only, made me wellnigh faint As feels a soldier, falling at his post, With heart shelld out and emptied of the soul. Idem, xlvi. TABLE, DINING . . Ill call you when the tables ready. Poorthing, with twice as many feet as you have, it cantwalk up stairs. .... It must be very full. .... It will be. Youll find it something like apigeon, a better carrier than a walker; and you canpluck it all you wish. The Little Twin Tramps, iv. tact {see device)O how oft when stirrd to rescue those we love from threatend woe,And to point them toward the pathways, where in safety men may go,Our own lack of tact or temper has equipt advice amiss,Frail as truth that veils its features i
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