There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography, the life of a man; also it may be said, there is no life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed.
He who first shortened the labor of Copyists by device of Movable Types was disbanding hired Armies and cashiering most Kings and Senates and creating a whole new Democratic world: he had invented the Art of printing.
Temple was a man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters amongst men of the world.
We hardly know an instance of the strength and weakness of human nature so striking and so grotesque as the character of this haughty, vigilant, resolute, sagacious blue-stocking, half Mithridates and half Trissotin, bearing up against a world in arms, with an ounce of poison in one pocket and a quire of bad verses in the other.
The world knows nothing of its greatest men.
We figure to ourselves
The thing we like; and then we build it up,
As chance will have it, on the rock or sand,--
For thought is tired of wandering o'er the world,
And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore.
Such souls,
Whose sudden visitations daze the world,
Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind
A voice that in the distance far away
Wakens the slumbering ages.
Sooth 't were a pleasant life to lead,
With nothing in the world to do
But just to blow a shepherd's reed,
The silent season thro'
And just to drive a flock to feed,--
Sheep--quiet, fond and few!
Give me to live with Love alone
And let the world go dine and dress;
For Love hath lowly haunts....
If life's a flower, I choose my own--
'T is "love in Idleness."
Good bye, proud world! I'm going home;
Thou art not my friend; I am not thine.
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.
If the single man plant himself indomitably on his instincts, and there abide, the huge world will come round to him.
A man is a bundle of relations, a knot of roots, whose flower and fruitage is the world.
A ruddy drop of manly blood
The surging sea outweighs;
The world uncertain comes and goes,
The lover rooted stays.
Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?
His heart was as great as the world, but there was no room in it to hold the memory of a wrong.
Great men are they who see that spiritual is stronger than any material force; that thoughts rule the world.
I see that sensible men and conscientious men all over the world were of one religion.
'T is always morning somewhere in the world.
The tomb of him who would have made
The world too glad and free.
Gayly we glide in the gaze of the world
With streamers afloat and with canvas unfurled,
All gladness and glory to wandering eyes,
Yet chartered by sorrow and freighted with sighs.
The world is wearied of statesmen whom democracy has degraded into politicians.
The world is a wheel, and it will all come round right.
A good heart is better than all the heads in the world.
My country is the world; my countrymen are mankind.