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Page 193 - the wild Caliban, in his rugged simplicity, babbles as if it were no better than mere drunken talk : I pr*Ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts ; Show thee a
Page 78 - Baby keeps a-squalling, Woman looks at me ; Asks about the distance, Says it's tiresome talking, Noises of the cars Are so very shocking ! Singing through the forests, Rattling over ridges, Shooting under arches, Rumbling over bridges ; Whizzing through the mountains, Buzzing o'er the vale— Bless me !—this is pleasant, Riding ou
Page 359 - away from his fondest admirer, Pope. His laugh jars on one's ears after seven score years. He was always alone, alone and gnashing in the darkness, except when Stella's sweet smile came and shone upon him. When that went, silence and utter night closed over him. An immense genius : an awful downfall and ruin
Page 78 - SINGING through the forests, Rattling over ridges, Shooting under arches, Rumbling over bridges ; Whizzing through the mountains, Buzzing o'er the vale— Bless me !—this is pleasant, Riding on a rail ! Men of different " stations " In the eye of Fame, Here are very quickly Coming to the
Page 358 - of himself in one of his letters to Bolingbroke :—' All my endeavours to distinguish myself were only for want of a great title and fortune, that I might he used like a lord by those who have an opinion of my parts
Page 339 - was lost ; for want of the shoe, the horse was lost ; for want of the horse, the aide-de-camp himself was lost, for the enemy took him and killed him -, and for want of the aide-de-camp's intelligence, the army of his general was lost : and all because a little nail had not been properly fixed in a horse's shoe
Page 281 - its appointed mode and measure, shall shine before men, and be of service constant and holy. Degrees infinite of lustre there must always be, but the weakest among us has a gift, however seemingly trivial, which is peculiar to him, and which, worthily used, will be a gift also to his race for ever.
Page 78 - Market-woman careful Of the precious casket, Knowing " eggs are eggs," Tightly holds her basket; Feeling that " a smash," If it came, would surely Send her eggs to pot Rather prematurely ! Ancient maiden lady Anxiously remarks, That there must be peril 'Mong so many sparks : Roguish-looking fellow, Turning to the stranger,
Page 306 - often as I called for small-beer, the master tipped the wink, and the servant brought me a brimmer of October. Some time after dinner I ordered my cousin's man, who came with me, to get ready the horses ; but it was resolved I should not stir that night ; and when I seemed pretty much bent
Page 309 - the capital, those students who could not afford to purchase largely had a resource. The shops of the great booksellers near St. Paul's Churchyard, were crowded every day, and all day long with readers ; and a known customer was often permitted to carry a volume home. In the