Day Dreams of a Schoolmaster

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Edmonston and Douglas, 1864 - 328 páginas
 

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Página 150 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Página 148 - Sir Bedivere, the last of all his knights, And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land. On one side lay the Ocean, and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full.
Página 150 - Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Página 156 - Artemidora sigh'd, and would have prest The hand now pressing hers, but was too weak. Iris stood over her dark hair unseen While thus Elpenor spake. He lookt into Eyes that had given light and life erewhile To those above them, but now dim with tears And wakefulness. Again he spake of joy Eternal. At that word, that sad word, joy, Faithful and fond her bosom heaved once more : Her head fell back : and now a loud deep sob Swell'd thro' the darken'd chamber; 'twas not hers.
Página 5 - I have been behind the scholastic curtain for twelve long years. There was no entire chapter in the book more broken with pitfalls than that, composed in doggerel, which treated of the rules for gender. Not one word, I am sure, of an exceptionable kind had escaped the diabolic ken of the compiler. String upon string of jangling, unmusical lines could we repeat with a singular rapidity; understanding nothing; asking no questions.
Página 156 - Artemidora ! Gods invisible, While thou art lying faint along the couch, Have tied the sandal to thy veined feet, And stand beside thee, ready to convey Thy weary steps where other rivers flow. Refreshing shades will waft thy weariness Away, and voices like thine own come nigh, Soliciting, nor vainly, thy embrace.
Página 290 - ... had few companions and very little pleasure. And I knew that his boyhood had been as dreary as it had been short ; and I thought that the good woman of his lodging had perhaps been his only sympathizing friend at hand. And I communed with myself whether aught I had done could have made his dulness more dull.

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