The Last Leaf: Observations, During Seventy-five Years, of Men and Events in America and Europe

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G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1912 - Fiction - 340 pages
 

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Page 224 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low- vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Page 98 - The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, And greedily devour the treacherous bait...
Page 332 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Page 105 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb 1020 Higher than the sphery chime ; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Page 105 - But now my task is smoothly done: I can fly, or I can run, Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
Page 90 - There while they acted and overacted, among other young scholars, I was a spectator ; they thought themselves gallant men, and I thought them • fools ; they made sport, and I laughed ; they mispronounced, and I misliked ; and to make up the atticism, they were out, and I hissed.
Page 10 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
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Page 87 - In a morning he would exactly and plainly construe and parse the lessons to his scholars; which done, he slept his hour (custom made him critical to proportion it) in his desk in the school; but woe be to the scholar that slept the while. Awaking, he heard them accurately; and Atropos might be persuaded to pity, as soon as he to pardon, where he found just fault. The prayers of cockering mothers prevailed with him as much as the requests of indulgent fathers, rather increasing than mitigating his...
Page 243 - At present we have no Country. . . . The States are too various and too extended to form really one country. New England is really quite as large a lump of earth as my heart can take in. Don't let Frank Pierce see the above or he would turn me out of office, late in the day as it is. I have no kindred with or leaning towards the abolitionists.

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