Memoir of a BrotherJ.R. Osgood, 1873 - 178 pages |
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Page 137 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage...
Page 111 - I was also convinced that we had nothing to do but just to announce it, and found an association or two, in order to convert all England, and usher in the millennium at once, so plain did the whole thing seem to me. I will not undertake to answer for the rest of the council, but I doubt whether I was at all more sanguine than the majority.
Page 120 - It is right precious to behold The first long surf of climbing light Flood all the thirsty east with gold ; But we, who in the shadow sit, Know also when the day is nigh, Seeing thy shining forehead lit With his inspiring prophecy. Thou hast thine office ; we have ours ; God lacks not early service here, But what are thine eleventh hours He counts with us for morning cheer; Our day, for Him, is long enough, And, when he giveth work to do, The bruised reed is amply tough To pierce the shield of error...
Page 79 - No dodges we own but strength, courage, and science ; Gold rules not the fate of our Isthmian games ; In brutes — tho' the noblest — we place no reliance ; Our racers are men, and our turf is the Thames. The sons of St. Dennis in praise of their tennis, Of chases and volleys, may brag to their fill ; To the northward of Stirling, of golf and of curling, Let the chiels wi' no trousers crack on as they will.
Page 178 - Such lived not in the past alone, But thread to-day the unheeding street. And stairs to Sin and Famine known Sing with the welcome of their feet ; The den they enter grows a shrine, The grimy sash an oriel burns. Their cup of water warms like wine, Their speech is filled from heavenly urns.
Page 111 - I certainly thought (and for that matter have never altered my opinion to this day) that here we had found the solution of the great labour question ; but I was also convinced that we had nothing to do but just to announce it, and found an association or two...
Page 71 - ... pressed up towards the bridge. Before we could reach it the gun fired, and the dark blue flag was run up, showing that Oxford had won. Then followed one of the temporary fits of delirium which sometimes seize Englishmen, the sight of which makes one slow to disbelieve any crazy story which is told of the doings of other people in moments of intense excitement. The crew had positively to fight their way into their hotel, and barricade themselves there, to escape being carried round Henley on our...
Page 78 - Louse-tops the cloud-rack spins by. Old Boreas may bluster, but gaily we'll muster, And crowd every nook on bridge, steamboat, and shore, With cheering to greet Cam and Isis, who meet For the Derby of boating, our fete of the oar. "Off jackets !"— each oarsman springs light to his seat, And we veterans, while ever more fierce beats the rain, Scan well the light form of each hardy athlete, And live the bright days of our youth once again. A fig for the weather I they're offl swing together 1 Tho...
Page 120 - Come up and feel what health there is In the frank Dawn's delighted eyes, As, bending with a pitying kiss, The night-shed tears of Earth she dries ! The Lord wants reapers : oh, mount up, Before night comes and says,— 'Too late Stay not for taking scrip or cup, The Master hungers while ye wait...