The Treasury of Literature and Art: a Selection from the Best WritersW.P. Nimmo, 1872 - 160 pagina's |
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Pagina 16
... told by other gentlemen in livery , that it is the same in their families ; but I defy the wisest man in the world to turn a true good action Indeed , it is strange into ridicule I defy him 16 THE TREASURY OF LITERATURE AND ART .
... told by other gentlemen in livery , that it is the same in their families ; but I defy the wisest man in the world to turn a true good action Indeed , it is strange into ridicule I defy him 16 THE TREASURY OF LITERATURE AND ART .
Pagina 23
... told him he was sorry for what had happened ; that he had endeavoured all he could to prevent it the moment he was acquainted with his cloth , and greatly commended the courage of his servant ; for so he imagined Joseph to be . He then ...
... told him he was sorry for what had happened ; that he had endeavoured all he could to prevent it the moment he was acquainted with his cloth , and greatly commended the courage of his servant ; for so he imagined Joseph to be . He then ...
Pagina 32
... told me that though it was true he promised me half , yet as it was the first time , and I had done nothing but look on , so he thought it was very well if I took a little less than he did ; so he divided the money , which was £ 12 ...
... told me that though it was true he promised me half , yet as it was the first time , and I had done nothing but look on , so he thought it was very well if I took a little less than he did ; so he divided the money , which was £ 12 ...
Pagina 36
... told it , found it was all there , and then I fell a - crying as savourly as I did before , when I thought I had lost it . It would tire the reader should I dwell on all the boyish tricks that I played in the ecstacy of my joy and ...
... told it , found it was all there , and then I fell a - crying as savourly as I did before , when I thought I had lost it . It would tire the reader should I dwell on all the boyish tricks that I played in the ecstacy of my joy and ...
Pagina 37
... told her no ; all the clothes I saw there were too big for me . " Come , child , " says she , " I have two things here that will fit you , and I am sure you want them both ; that is , first , a little hat , and there , " says she ...
... told her no ; all the clothes I saw there were too big for me . " Come , child , " says she , " I have two things here that will fit you , and I am sure you want them both ; that is , first , a little hat , and there , " says she ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 56 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Pagina 92 - I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to t,he same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong) us, shall we not revenge i if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Pagina 75 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Pagina 60 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Pagina 75 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart!
Pagina 119 - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes...
Pagina 27 - Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream. Then why pause with indecision, When bright angels in thy vision Beckon thee to fields Elysian...
Pagina 24 - In a drear-nighted December Too happy, happy Tree Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity : The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.
Pagina 59 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Pagina 119 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.