The Dial: A Magazine for Literature, Philosophy, and Religion, Volumen1

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Margaret Fuller, Ralph Waldo Emerson, George Ripley
Weeks, Jordan, and Company, 1841
A magazine for literature, philosophy, and religion.

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Página 122 - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity: Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew : The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Página 204 - For the bed is shorter than that a man can stretch himself on it: and the covering narrower than that he can wrap himself in it.
Página 179 - Tis madness to resist or blame The face of angry heaven's flame ; And if we would speak true, Much to the Man is due Who, from his private gardens, where He lived reserved and austere (As if his highest plot To plant the bergamot) Could by industrious valour climb To ruin the great work of time, And cast the Kingdoms old Into another mould.
Página 478 - Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm — to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind.
Página 123 - I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty; I woke, and found that life was duty. Was thy dream then a shadowy lie? Toil on, sad heart, courageously, And thou shalt find thy dream to be A noonday light and truth to thee...
Página 245 - Unerring to the ocean sand. The moss upon the forest bark Was pole-star when the night was dark; The purple berries in the wood Supplied me necessary food; For Nature ever faithful is To such as trust her faithfulness. When the forest shall mislead me, When the night and morning lie, When sea and land refuse to feed me...
Página 67 - There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something that was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun. Nature tells me I am the image of God, as well as Scripture: he that understands not thus much, hath not his introduction or first lesson, and is yet to begin the alphabet of man.
Página 25 - Thou shalt love the Lord thy God, with all thy heart, and mind, and soul, and strength.
Página 348 - 11 tell me my secret The ages have kept ? I awaited the seer While they slumbered and slept " The fate of the manchild, — The meaning of man, — Known fruit of the unknown, — Dtedalian plan.
Página 111 - Brethren, the days of want and despondency ; and " all things whatsoever ye would that others should do unto you, do ye even so unto them.

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