Maxims by a man of the world, by the author of 'Lost sir Massingberd'.Tinsley Bros., 1869 - 281 ページ |
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61 ページ - What years, i' faith? Vio. About your years, my lord. DUKE. Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart...
47 ページ - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel, But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade.
211 ページ - Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment.
208 ページ - What strange disguise hast now put on To make believe that Thou art gone ? 1 see these locks in silvery slips, This drooping gait, this altered size : But springtide blossoms on thy lips, And tears take sunshine from thine eyes ! Life is but thought; so think I will That Youth and I are house-mates still.
209 ページ - Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee — Both were mine ! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young ? — Ah, woful When ! Ah ! for the change...
208 ページ - This drooping gait, this altered size: But Spring-tide blossoms on thy lips, And tears take sunshine from thine eyes! Life is but thought: so think I will That Youth and I are house-mates still Dew-drops are the gems of morning, But the tears of mournful eve!
205 ページ - ... not to me of a name great in story ! The days of our youth are the days of our glory : And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
277 ページ - I have cause to revere the name of Defoe, who reached his hand down through a century and a half to wipe away bitter tears from my childish eyes. The going back to school was always a dreadful woe to me, casting its black shadow far into the latter part of my brief holidays. I have had my share of suffering and sorrow since, like other men, but I have seldom felt so absolutely wretched as when, a little boy, I was about to exchange my pleasant home-life for the hardships and uncongenialities of school....
277 ページ - ... with my half-a-dozen muskets loaded, and my powder distributed in separate parcels, so that not even a thunderbolt should do me any irreparable injury. Or, if not quite so secure, I was visiting my summer plantation among my goats and corn, or shooting, in the still astonished woods, birds of...