Thirty years ago: or, The memoirs of a water drinker, Volume 1

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Bancroft & Holley, 1836 - American literature
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Page 43 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 106 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions; I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done than to be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Page 147 - And your experience makes you sad: I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad ; and to travel for it too. Orl. Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind ! Jaq Nay then, God be wi' you, an you talk in blank verse.
Page 133 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Page 126 - All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously but luckily: when he describes anything you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning, give him the greater commendation: he was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature; he looked inwards, and found her there.
Page 133 - But ye, who for the living lost That agony in secret bear, Who shall with soothing" words accost The strength of your despair ? Grief for your sake is scorn for them Whom ye lament and all condemn ; And o'er the world of spirits lies A. gloom from which ye turn your eyes.
Page 144 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Page 5 - Do you hear, let them be well used, for they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time : after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
Page 126 - Shakespeare it is commonly a species. It is from this wide extension of design that so much instruction is derived. It is this which fills the plays of Shakespeare with practical axioms and domestic wisdom.
Page 49 - Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt, Did come to languish...

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