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Page 137 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts." — " Love's Labor Lost
Page 43 - Better trust all, and be deceived, And weep that trust and that deceiving, Than doubt one heart, that, if believed, Had blest one's life with true believing. Oh, in this mocking world, too fast The doubting fiend o'ertakes our youth ; Better be cheated to the last Than lose the blessed hope of truth.
Page 153 - Smith ? — And there's a nice youngster of excellent pith ; Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith, But he shouted a song for the brave and the free. Just read on his medal, " My country —of thee.
Page 142 - in the Oven of Charity, Carefully Conserved for the Chickens of the Church, the Sparrows of the Spirit, and the Sweet Swallows of Salvation " ; "A Pair of Bellows to Blow Off the Dust Cast upon John Fry.
Page 17 - I sat a long, long time, waiting patiently for the world to know me, and sometimes wondering why it did not know me sooner, or whether it would ever know me at all, — at least, until I were in my grave.
Page 105 - Before his sacred name flies every fault, And each exalted stanza teems with thought." " Learn hence for ancient rules a just esteem, . To copy nature is to copy them.
Page 11 - : — " I will go to my tent and lie down in despair, I will paint me with black, and will sever my hair ; I will sit on the shore where the hurricane blows, And reveal to the god of the tempest my woes.
Page 2 - brought philosophy out of closets and libraries, schools and colleges, to dwell in clubs and assemblies, at tea-tables and in coffee-houses.