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Page 59 - Industry need not wish, as Poor Richard says, and he that lives upon Hope will die fasting. There are no Gains without Pains; then Help, Hands, for I have no Lands, or if I have, they are smartly taxed.
Page 183 - ... some renowned structure, a palace, a prison, or a fortress. It is thus with the * Tower of London,' ' Windsor Castle,'
Page 155 - He was frank; bluff; companionable as a Pagan; convivial; a -Roman; hearty as a harvest. His spirit was essentially western; and herein is his peculiar Americanism; for the western spirit is, or will yet be (for no other is, or can be) the true American one.
Page 125 - Sharing the same blood with England, and yet her proved foe in two wars — not wholly inclined at bottom to forget an old grudge — intrepid, unprincipled, reckless, predatory, with boundless ambition, civilized in externals but a savage at heart, America is, or may yet be, the Paul Jones of nations.
Page 164 - Hung in long, sepulchral arches of stone, the black, besmoked bridge seemed a huge scarf of crape, festooning the river across. Similar funeral festoons spanned it to the west, while eastward, towards the sea, tiers and tiers of jetty colliers lay moored, side by side, fleets of black swans. The Thames, which far away, among the green fields of Berks, ran clear as a brook, here, polluted by continual vicinity to man, curdled on between rotten wharves, one murky sheet of sewerage.
Page 181 - ... images of guilt and woe, they so clear our judgment by profound analysis, while they move our hearts by terror or compassion, that we learn to detect and stifle in ourselves the evil thought which we see gradually unfolding itself into the guilty deed.
Page 128 - Prudence dictated the step; because several chance shot — from which of the combatants could not be known — had already struck the Scarborough. So, unwilling uselessly to expose herself, off went for the present this baffled and ineffectual friend. Not long after, an invisible hand came and set down a great yellow lamp in the east. The hand reached up unseen from below the horizon, and set the lamp down right on the rim of the horizon, as on a threshold; as much as to say, Gentlemen warriors,...
Page 133 - These words were spoken by Paul to Israel. Israel did as ordered. In a few minutes, bucket in hand, begrimed with powder, sixty feet in air, he hung like Apollyon from the extreme tip of the yard over the fated abyss of the hatchway. As he looked down between the eddies of smoke into that slaughterous pit, it was like looking from the verge of a cataract down into the yeasty pool at its base. Watching his chance, he dropped one grenade with such faultless precision, that, striking its mark, an explosion...
Page 181 - ... art ; here — lively and sparkling fancies; there, vigorous passion or practical wisdom — these works abound in illustrations that teach benevolence to the rich, and courage to the poor ; they glow with the love of freedom ; they speak a sympathy with all high aspirations, and all manly...