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Page 173 - We may live without poetry, music, and art ; We may live without conscience, and live without heart ; We may live without friends ; we may live without books ; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. He may live without books, — what is knowledge but grieving ? He may live without hope, — what is hope but deceiving ? He may live without love, — what is passion but pining ? But where is the man that can live without dining ? XX.
Page 228 - O'er fallow and pasture he sweeps like a bird, And there's nothing too wide, nor too high, nor too strong ; For the ploughs cannot choke, nor the fences can crop, This Clipper that stands in the stall at the top.
Page 227 - A head like a snake, and a skin like a mouse, An eye like a woman's, bright, gentle, and brown, With loins and a back that would carry a house, And quarters to lift him smack over a town.
Page 137 - How blest should we be, have I often conceived, Had we really achieved what we nearly achieved ! We but catch at the skirts of the thing we would be, And fall back on the lap of a false destiny.
Page 228 - There were eight of us had it, and seven got in! Then he shook his lean head when he heard them go plop! This Clipper that stands in the stall at the top. Ere we got to the finish, I counted but few, And never a coat without dirt, but my own; To the good horse I rode all the credit was due, When the others were tiring, he scarcely was blown; For the best of the pace is unable to stop The Clipper that stands in the stall at the top.
Page 228 - Yd a lead of them all when we came to the brook, A big one — a bumper — and up to your chin; As he threw it behind him, I turned for a look, There were eight of us had it, and seven got in! Then he shook his lean head when he heard them go plop! This Clipper that stands in the stall at the top.
Page 70 - On the eve of Christmas-day they carry mistletoe to the high altar of the Cathedral, and proclaim a public and universal liberty, pardon, and freedom to all sorts of inferior and even wicked people, at the gates of the city, towards the four quarters of heaven.
Page 113 - ... bad one to beat." They told me that night he went best through the run, They said that he hung up a dozen to dry, When a brook in the bottom stopped most of their fun, But I know that I never went near it, not I. For I found it a fruitless attempt to compete With this rum one to follow, this bad one to beat.
Page 338 - WHITE-MIST. THE sequel of to-day dissevers all This fellowship of straight riders, and hard men To hounds — the flyers of the hunt. I think That we shall never more in days to come Hold cheery talk of hounds and horses (each Praising his own the most) shall steal away Through brake and coppice-wood, or side by side Breast the sharp bullfinch and deep-holding dyke, Sweep through the uplands, skim the vale below, And leave the land behind us like a dream.