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Updated: June 18, 2025
Pray that thy prayer shall ne'er be granted 't is to be carried to the topmost pinnacle of Fame's temple tower, and there cast headlong upon the stones beneath. Beware! beware!! Madame De Stael was of an intensely religious nature throughout her entire life; such characters swing between license and asceticism.
On fame's eternal camping-ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead. The neighing troop, the flashing blade, The bugle's stirring blast, The charge, the dreadful cannonade, The din and shout are past; Nor war's wild note, nor glory's peal Shall thrill with fierce delight Those breasts that never more may feel The rapture of the fight.
He stood guard beside the machine, enjoying the proudest moment of his life. In after years, when Webby, goaded on by that fateful landing, had gained the highest rung of fame's ladder, his triumph was little compared to that clear sunset time in the pasture when he stood guard over the wonder-car that had come from the sky with its pilot and passengers scarcely older than himself.
Since their college days, he had always placed himself second, while setting Claude very high on fame's ladder on the same rung, indeed, as the masters who revolutionise a period. Then he had been grievously affected by that bankruptcy of genius; he had become full of bitter, heartfelt pity at the sight of the horrible torture of impotency. Did one ever know who was the madman in art?
His very words I can call to mind. FIRST YAGER. I know not if these were his words or no, But he said the thing, and 'tis even so. SECOND YAGER. Victory ne'er will his flag forsake, Though she's apt from others a turn to take: Old Tilly outlived his fame's decline, But under the banner of Wallenstein, There am I certain that victory's mine!
King Edward feasted high, and Sibyll sat in her father's chamber, she silent with thought of love, Adam silent in the toils of science. The Eureka was well-nigh finished, rising from its ruins more perfect, more elaborate, than before. Maiden and scholar, each seeming near to the cherished goal, one to love's genial altar, the other to fame's lonely shrine.
318 I feel thy gaze upon my heart this moment like the sunny silence of the morning upon the lonely field whose harvest is over. 319 I long for the Island of Songs across this heaving Sea of Shouts. 320 The prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset, in its solemn hymn to the ineffable dark. 321 I have scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame's bleak and barren height.
Lionel had in him the pith and substance of Fortune's grand nobodies, who become Fame's abrupt somebodies when the chances of life throw suddenly in their way a noble something, to be ardently coveted and boldly won. But I repeat, as yet he was a boy; so he sat there, his hands before his face, an unreasoning self-torturer.
Heroes conducted up Fame's temple-steps by ceremonious historians, who are studious, when the platform is reached, of the art of setting them beneath the flambeau of a final image, before thrusting them inside to be rivetted on their pedestals, have an excellent chance of doing the same, let but the provident narrators direct that image to paint the thing a moth-like humanity desires, in the thing it shrinks from.
May I beg you for the future to confine your exertions to blowing my trumpet or Fame's with your natural voices? Let that suffice. And for the future permit me, as firmly as affectionately, to reiterate the assurance and the advice which I have so often breathed in your long young ears, 'I am not ungrateful; but I do wish you would mind your own business."
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