The Book Buyer, Band 16

Charles Scribner's Sons, 1898
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Seite 199 - The proverbs of Solomon, the son of David, king of Israel ; To know wisdom and instruction ; To perceive the words of understanding; To receive the instruction of wisdom, justice, and judgment, and equity; To give subtlety to the simple, to the young man knowledge and discretion.
Seite 463 - An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe, "Take my drum to England, hang et by the shore, Strike et when your powder's runnin' low; If the Dons sight Devon, I'll quit the port o' Heaven, An' drum them up the Channel as we drummed them long ago." Drake he's in his hammock till the great Armadas come, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?) Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum, And dreamin' arl the time o
Seite 101 - As one may see the burden'd bee Forth issue from the rose. Affections are as thoughts to her, The measures of her hours; Her feelings have the fragrancy, The freshness of young flowers; And lovely passions, changing oft, So fill her, she appears The image of themselves by turns, — The idol of past years...
Seite 143 - For, don't you mark ? we're made so that we love First when we see them painted, things we have passed Perhaps a hundred times nor cared to see; And so they are better, painted — better to us, Which is the same thing. Art was given for that; God uses us to help each other so, Lending our minds out.
Seite 432 - Who knows whether the best of men be known, or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time...
Seite 101 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's but hers. I...
Seite 463 - Armadas come, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?), Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum, An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe. Call him on the deep sea, call him up the Sound, Call him when ye sail to meet the foe; Where the old trade's plyin' an* the old flag flyin", They shall find him ware an' wakin', as they found him long ago!
Seite 110 - This dread to take our daily way, and walk in it again ; We know not to what other sphere the loved who leave us go, Nor why we're left to wonder still : nor why we do not know. But this we know : Our loved and dead, if they should come this day — Should come and ask us, "What is life?
Seite 217 - I sprang the proffered life to clasp; — The beaker fell ; the luck was over. The Earth has drunk the vintage up ; What boots it patch the goblet's splinters ? Can Summer fill the icy cup, Whose treacherous crystal is but Winter's ? O spendthrift haste ! await the Gods ; Their nectar crowns the lips of Patience ; Haste scatters on unthankful sods The immortal gift in vain libations.
Seite 101 - ... every tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words; The coinage of her heart are they, And from her lips each flows As one may see the burdened bee Forth issue from the rose.

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