The Caxtons; Zicci; The Haunted and the Haunters Or the House and the Brain

Dana Estes & Company, 1856 - 327 sider

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Side 323 - We are here among the vast and noble scenes of nature ; we are there among the pitiful shifts of policy: we walk here in the light and open ways of the divine bounty; we grope there in the dark and confused labyrinths of human malice: our senses are here feasted with the clear and genuine taste of their objects ; which are all sophisticated there, and for the most part overwhelmed with their contraries.
Side 323 - Through the soft ways of heaven, and air, and sea, Which open all their pores to thee; Like a clear river thou dost glide, And with thy living stream through the close channels slide. But...
Side 140 - He had, to a morbid excess, that desire to rise, which is vulgarly called ambition, but no apparent wish for fame, or esteem, or the love of his species ; only the hard wish to succeed, not shine, not serve, — succeed that he might have the right to despise a world which galled his self-conceit, and enjoy the pleasures which the redundant nervous life in him seemed to crave.
Side 345 - hence, not unjustly, has it been remarked by a philosopher, shrewd at least in worldly experience" — (Squills again closed his eyes, and became exanimate) — " it is strange to imagine that war, which of all things appears the most savage, should be the passion of the most heroic spirits.
Side 323 - All the world's bravery, that delights our eyes, Is but thy several liveries ; Thou the rich dye on them bestow'st, Thy nimble pencil paints this landscape as thou go'st.
Side 160 - ... then diet yourself well on biography — the biography of good and great men. See how little a space one sorrow really makes in life. See scarce a page, perhaps, given to some grief similar to your own ; and how triumphantly the life sails on beyond it ! You thought the wing was broken ! — Tut — tut — it was but a bruised feather ! See what life leaves behind it when all is done!
Side 11 - My father stopped at a nursery gardener's, and after looking over the flowers, paused before a large double geranium. " Ah ! this is finer than that which your mamma was so fond of. What is the cost, sir ? " " Only 7s. 6rf.," said the gardener. My father buttoned up his pocket. " I can't afford it to-day," said he, gently, and we walked out.
Side 12 - What !" cried my mother, when she had learned all ; " and your poor domino-box that you were so fond of! We will go back to-morrow, and buy it back, if it costs us double." " Shall we buy it back, Pisistratus ?" asked my father. " Oh no — no — no ! It would spoil all," I cried, burying my face on my father's breast.
Side 225 - Or pore over you through a microscope, to see how your blood circulates from the crown of your head to the sole of your foot...
Side 11 - For truth, that blooms all the year round, is better than a poor geranium ; and a word that is never broken, is better than a piece of delf." My head, which had drooped before, rose again ; but the rush of joy at my heart almost stifled me. "I have called to pay your little bill...

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