Shake Off the Dust That is under Your Feet. 143 L.J.
"So from my feet the dust Of the proud World I shook." --_Lowell, The Search_.
"Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light." --_Lowell, The Present Crisis_.
"And here's the silver cord which--what's our word? Depends from the gold bowl, which loosed (not "lost") Lets us from heaven to hell,--one chop we're loose!" --_Browning, The Ring and the Book_.
"Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused, Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen." --_Shakespeare, Henry V 3:3_.
"That God would move And strike the hard, hard rock, and thence Sweet in their utmost bitterness, Would issue tears of penitence." --_Tennyson, Supposed Confessions_.
"Twice it may be, or thrice, the fowler's aim; But in the sight of one whose plumes are full, In vain the net is spread, the arrow winged." --_Dante, Divine Comedy_.
"That claimest with a cunning face Those rights the true, true Son of man doth own By Love's authority." --_Sidney Lanier, Remonstrance_.
"But the troubles which he is born to are as sparks which fly upward, not as flames burning to the nethermost Hell." --_Ruskin, Notes_.
"Some astronomers believe that they have found the great star around which the whole universe of stars revolves: whether that be true or not, it is undoubtedly true that the Star of Bethlehem is the center of this world's spiritual astronomy." --_Theodore L. Cuyler_.
The Stars Fought in Their Courses. 58 T.J.
"Promptings from heaven and hell, as if the stars Fought in their courses for a fate to be." --_Browning, The Ring and the Book_.
"A still small voice spake unto me." --_Tennyson, The Two Voices_.
"To-day a golden pinion stirred The world's Bethesda pool, And I believed the song I heard Nor put my heart to school; And through the rainbows of the dream I saw the gates of Eden gleam." --_Alfred Noyes, The Hill Flower_.
"Pitiless walls of gray, Gathered around us, a growing tomb From which it seemed not death or doom Could roll the stone away." --_Alfred Noyes, The Enchanted Island._