The Book of Elegant ExtractsW.P. Nimmo, 1868 - 159 pages |
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... kind of impatience in all his motions , that plainly discovered he was always intent on matters of im- portance . Upon my inquiry into his life and conversation , I found him to be the greatest newsmonger in our quarter ; that he rose ...
... kind of impatience in all his motions , that plainly discovered he was always intent on matters of im- portance . Upon my inquiry into his life and conversation , I found him to be the greatest newsmonger in our quarter ; that he rose ...
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... kind , and my friend's acquaintance , I sat down among them . The chief politician of the bench was a great asserter of paradoxes . He told us , with a seeming concern , that by some news he had lately read from Muscovy , it appeared to ...
... kind , and my friend's acquaintance , I sat down among them . The chief politician of the bench was a great asserter of paradoxes . He told us , with a seeming concern , that by some news he had lately read from Muscovy , it appeared to ...
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... kind of an esplanade , for him and the Corporal to confer and hold councils of war upon . The sentry- box was in case of rain . All these were painted white three times over the ensuing spring , which enabled my uncle Toby to take the ...
... kind of an esplanade , for him and the Corporal to confer and hold councils of war upon . The sentry- box was in case of rain . All these were painted white three times over the ensuing spring , which enabled my uncle Toby to take the ...
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... kind of golden age by the term Cho - fang , literally the Cook's Holiday . The manuscript goes on to say that the art of roasting , or rather broiling , ( which I take to be the elder brother , ) was accidentally discovered in the ...
... kind of golden age by the term Cho - fang , literally the Cook's Holiday . The manuscript goes on to say that the art of roasting , or rather broiling , ( which I take to be the elder brother , ) was accidentally discovered in the ...
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... kind of constrained deference . You cannot wonder my thoughts are scarce consistent , when I tell you how they are distracted . Every hour of my life my mind is strangely divided ; this minute perhaps I am above the stars , with a ...
... kind of constrained deference . You cannot wonder my thoughts are scarce consistent , when I tell you how they are distracted . Every hour of my life my mind is strangely divided ; this minute perhaps I am above the stars , with a ...
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Page 135 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul, All the images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Page 28 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Page 108 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 64 - And shook it forth with a royal will. " Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came ; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word : " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !
Page 53 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Page 100 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
Page 100 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Page 53 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 29 - The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Page 53 - God ! methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now ; To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, — How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.