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Page 620 - And every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown ; but we an incorruptible.
Page 384 - I've had my share of pastime, and I've done my share of toil, And life is short — the longest life a span; I care not now to tarry for the corn or for the oil, Or for the wine that maketh glad the heart of man. For good undone and gifts misspent and resolutions vain, 'Tis somewhat late to trouble. This I know — I should live the same life over, if I had to live again; And the chances are I go where most men go.
Page 402 - Montgomery's writing which, when disposed in certain orders and combinations, have made, and will again make, good poetry. But, as they now stand, they seem to be put together on principle in such a manner as to give no image of...
Page 112 - And even with them who were able to preserve themselves from his infusions, and discerned those opinions to be fixed in him with which they could not comply, he always left the character of an ingenious and conscientious person.
Page 62 - It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk, Though my own red roses there may blow; It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk, Though the red roses crest the caps, I know. For the field is full of shades as I near the shadowy coast, And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost, And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host, As the run-stealers flicker to and fro, To and fro: — O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago!
Page 625 - Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin, That never has known the Barber's shear All your wish is woman to win, This is the way that boys begin, — Wait till you come to Forty Year.
Page 115 - His carriage throughout this agitation was with that rare temper and modesty that they who watched him narrowly to find some advantage against his person, to make him less resolute in his cause, were compelled to give him a just testimony.
Page 112 - He was not a man of many words, and rarely began the discourse, or made the first entrance upon any business that was assumed ; but a very weighty speaker ; and, after he had heard a full debate, and observed how the house was like to be inclined, took up the argument, and shortly, and clearly, and craftily so stated it, that he commonly conducted it to the conclusion he desired...