Two hands upon the breast,
And labour's done;
Two pale feet crossed in rest,
The race is won.
My Lord Tomnoddy is thirty-four;
The Earl can last but a few years more.
My Lord in the Peers will take his place:
Her Majesty's councils his words will grace.
Office he'll hold and patronage sway;
Fortunes and lives he will vote away;
And what are his qualifications?--ONE!
He's the Earl of Fitzdotterel's eldest son.
Morality knows nothing of geographical boundaries or distinctions of race.
If a single cell, under appropriate conditions, becomes a man in the space of a few years, there can surely be no difficulty in understanding how, under appropriate conditions, a cell may, in the course of untold millions of years, give origin to the human race.
Ere systemed suns were globed and lit
The slaughters of the race were writ.
A race that binds
Its body in chains and calls them Liberty,
And calls each fresh link Progress.
She throws a kiss, and bids me run
In whispers sweet as roses' breath;
I know I can not win the race,
And at the end, I know, is death.
The energies of our system will decay; the glory of the sun will be dimmed, and the earth, tideless and inert, will no longer tolerate the race which has for a moment disturbed its solitude. Man will go down into the pit and all his thoughts will perish.
? John Bartlett, compAfter all there is but one race--humanity.
? John Bartlett, compYou shall not change, but a nobler race of men
Shall walk beneath the stars and wander by the shore;
I can not guess their glory, but I think the sky and sea
Will bring to them more gladness than they brought to us of yore.
O star on the breast of the river!
O marvel of bloom and grace!
Did you fall right down from heaven,
Out of the sweetest place?
You are white as the thoughts of an angel,
Your heart is steeped in the sun;
Did you grow in the Golden City,
My pure and radiant one?"
"Nay, nay, I fell not out of heaven;
None gave me my saintly white;
It slowly grew from the darkness,
Down in the dreary night.
From the ooze of the silent river,
I win my glory and grace,
White souls fall not, O my poet,
They rise to the sweetest place."
In this awfully stupendous manner, at which Reason stands aghast, and Faith herself is half confounded, was the grace of God to man at length manifested.
For every wave with dimpled face
That leap'd upon the air,
Had caught a star in its embrace
And held it trembling there.
Stately and tall he moves in the hall,
The chief of a thousand for grace.
"Be of good comfort, Master Ridley," Latimer cried at the crackling of the flames. "Play the man! We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out."
It is better not to live at all than to live disgraced.
So very difficult a matter is it to trace and find out the truth of anything by history.
Being nimble and light-footed, his father encouraged him to run in the Olympic race. "Yes," said he, "if there were any kings there to run with me."
Cato requested old men not to add the disgrace of wickedness to old age, which was accompanied with many other evils.
"I will show," said Agesilaus, "that it is not the places that grace men, but men the places."
Plato was continually saying to Xenocrates, "Sacrifice to the Graces."
The diversity of physical arguments and opinions embraces all sorts of methods.
The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong.
Ye are fallen from grace.
Let your speech be alway with grace, seasoned with salt.