Our island home described (Google eBook)

Front Cover
1876
0 Reviews
  

What people are saying - Write a review

We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 167 - And I heard a voice from heaven, as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of a great thunder ; and I heard the voice of harpers harping with their harps...
Page 242 - and tell you a truth which, perchance, ye will marvel at. One of the greatest benefits that ever God gave me, is, that He sent me so sharp and severe parents, and so gentle a schoolmaster. For when I am in presence either of father or mother, whether I speak, keep silence, sit, stand, or go, eat, drink, be merry or sad, be sewing, playing, dancing, or doing...
Page 242 - I wist all their sport in the park is but a shadow to that pleasure that I find in Plato. Alas ! good folk, they never felt what true pleasure meant.
Page 308 - W. Partridge. Crown 8vo, cloth, 6s. ; gilt, 7s. 6d ; morocco, 10s. 6d. UPWARD AND ONWARD ; a Thought Book for the Threshold of Active Life. By the same Author.
Page 242 - I am in presence either of father or mother, whether I speak, keep silence, sit, stand, or go, eat, drink, be merry or sad, be sewing, playing, dancing, or doing anything else, I must do it, as it were, in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly as God made the world, or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea presently sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, and other ways, which I will not name for the...
Page 91 - They that go down to the sea in ships : and occupy their business in great waters; These men see the works of the Lord : and his wonders in the deep.
Page 241 - And truth shall thee deliver, it is no drede. That thee is sent receive in buxomness ; The wrestling of this world asketh a fall ; Here is no home, here is but wilderness : Forth, pilgrim ! forth, beast, out of thy stall : Look up on high, and thanke God of all : Waive thy lusts, and let thy ghost thee lead ; And truth shall thee deliver, it is no drede.
Page 208 - TREAD lightly here ! this spot is holy ground, And every footfall wakes the voice of ages : These are the mighty dead that hem thee round, Names that still cast a halo o'er our pages : Listen ! 'tis Fame's loud voice that now complains, " Here sleeps more sacred dust than all the world contains.
Page 208 - Underneath is laid the builder of this church and city, Christopher Wren, who lived more than ninety years, not for himself, but for the public good. Reader, if you seek his monument, look around!
Page 246 - ... it is with the deepest regret that I recollect in my manhood the opportunities of learning which I neglected in my youth ; that through every part of my literary career I have felt pinched and hampered by my own ignorance; and...

Bibliographic information