The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table: Every Man His Own Boswell

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F.M. Lupton Publishing Company, 1858 - 326 Seiten
 

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Seite 85 - THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
Seite 84 - I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving : To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, — but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
Seite 234 - Now in building of chaises, I tell you what, There is always somewhere a weakest spot,— In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill, In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace,— lurking still...
Seite 236 - EIGHTEEN HUNDRED ; — it came and found The Deacon's masterpiece strong and sound. Eighteen hundred increased by ten ; " Hahnsum kerridge " they called it then. Eighteen hundred and twenty came; — Running as usual ; much the same. Thirty and forty at last arrive, And then come fifty, and FIFTY-FIVE. Little of all we value here Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year Without both feeling and looking queer.
Seite 288 - O'er Sappho's memory-haunted billow, But where the glistening night-dews weep On nameless sorrow's churchyard pillow. O hearts that break and give no sign Save whitening lip and fading tresses, Till Death pours out his cordial wine Slow-dropped from Misery's crushing presses, — If singing breath or echoing chord To every hidden pang were given, What endless melodies were poured, As sad as earth, as sweet as heaven ! Ube Streams.
Seite 85 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Seite 56 - The angel took a sapphire pen And wrote in rainbow dew, " The man would be a boy again, And be a husband too ! " " And is there nothing yet unsaid, Before the change appears ? Remember, all their gifts have fled With those dissolving years...
Seite 32 - I have struck," the artist straight replied ; " Wait but one moment, and yourself decide." He held his snuff-box, — " Now then, if you please ! " The prisoner sniffed, and with a crashing sneeze, Off his head tumbled, — bowled along the floor, — Bounced down the steps ; — the prisoner said no more...
Seite 55 - If I but touch thy silvered hair, Thy hasty wish hath sped. "But is there nothing in thy track To bid thee fondly stay, While the swift seasons hurry back To find the wished-for day?
Seite 5 - There are men of esprit who are excessively exhausting to some people. They are the talkers who have what may be called jerky minds. Their thoughts do not run in the natural order of sequence. They say bright things on all possible subjects, but their zigzags rack you to death. After a jolting half-hour with one of these jerky companions, talking with a dull friend affords great relief. It is like taking the cat in your lap after holding a squirrel.

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