Old friends; being literally recollections of other days (Google eBook)

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Moffat, # and company, 1914 - Authors, American - 407 pages
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Page 202 - He answered nothing. But he led me to the shore. And on that part of it where she and I had looked for shells, two children on that part of it where some lighter fragments of the old boat, blown down last night, had been scattered by the wind among the ruins of the home he had wronged I saw him lying with his head upon his arm, as I had often seen him lie at school.
Page 253 - ... then dies the man in you ; then once more perish the buds of art and poetry, and science, as they have died already in a thousand thousand men.
Page 228 - There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
Page 355 - ... a native clearness and shortness, a domestical plainness, and a peculiar kind of familiarity ; which can only affect the humour of those to whom they were intended. The...
Page 254 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Page 152 - A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet, It is the distant and the dim That we are sick to greet...
Page 251 - Unconsciously and surely the ear and heart were charmed. How was it done ? Ah ! how did Mozart do it ? how Raphael ? The secret of the rose's sweetness, of the bird's ecstasy, of the sunset's glory that is the secret of genius and of eloquence.
Page 30 - I am drawing near to the close of my career ; I am fast shuffling off the stage. I have been perhaps the most voluminous author of the day ; and it is a comfort to me to think that I have tried to unsettle no man's faith, to corrupt no man's principle, and that I have written nothing which on my deathbed I should wish blotted.
Page 36 - Ah shameless ! for he did but sing A song that pleased us from its worth ; No public life was his on earth, No blazon'd statesman he, nor king. He gave the people of his best : His worst he kept, his best he gave.
Page 3 - They are all gone into the world of light ! And I alone sit lingering here; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear...

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