Word: loved
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Dates: during 1890-1899
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...another lecture on his native Bulgaria next Wednesday, April 26, at 7.45 p. m., in the Chapel of Shepard Memorial (Dr McKenzie's) Church. The lecture will cover in brief: "The Country The Valley of Roses The Race, Its History, Characteristic Bulgarian Scenes of Life, Manners, Customs and Amusements, Love. Courtship and Marriage, New Bulgaria...
...away from ever speaking of religion, yet they will find the same thoughts underlying all these religious dialects. Because churches are dull they say they are to be eschewed, and yet no man can live his best without the influence of fixed institutions. Just as Darwin lost his love for poetry and music, so a man finds that his religious self weakens and dies unless it is ever and anon refreshed. Because the Bible is arid in places, they will seek no good things in it, yet for purely literary merit the book is in many ways unsurpassed...
...been said that Scott was a dull boy but nothing can be farther from the truth. He was early driven by lameness to seek occupation different from those of other boys, and he turned to literature. He was descended from a long line of true Scotch men and he loved Scotland and everything about it. His eyes and ears were steeped in the best of its scenery and tradition. So he naturally turned to the study of Scotch history and tradition. He went to school and college at Edinburgh, studying principally history and reading much romance. He cared very little...
...freshness of his descriptions. "The Lady of the Lake" which appeared two years later is perhaps sweeter and more artistically developed. Scott's poetry is not studied and is open to a good deal of criticism, it is wild, free and unrestrained. Everywhere is evident his humble and unselfish love of nature...
...stood alone in the world, he might well come to believe himself mortal; but as wings are prophetic of flight, so are the loves of a man prophetic of a higher, better existence to come. When life has gone from one whom we tenderly love how could we stand up and live did we not believe in mortality? We cannot help feeling that we have only seen a part, that something remains behind, something which is not evident to the reason, but which the eye of affection clearly discerns. So surely as we loose what we love, does hope mingle...