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Nearer and Dearer: A Tale Out of School ... a Novelette
Sin vista previa disponible - 2020
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Página 38 - Are dwindled down to threescore years and ten. Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend ; God never made his work for man to mend.
Página 113 - To deal out authors by retail, Like penny pots of Oxford ale ; Oh, 'tis a service irksome more, Than tugging at the slavish oar! Yet such his task, a dismal truth, Who watches o'er the bent of youth, And while a paltry stipend earning, He sows the richest seeds of learning, And tills their minds with proper care, And sees them their due produce bear; No joys, alas ! his toil beguile, His men lies fallow all the while. ' Yet still he's on the road,' you say,
Página 131 - I'm not for keeping anything under hatches, - so that if you ben't as willing as I, say so a God's name, there's no harm done; mayhap you may be shamefaced, some maidens tho'f they love a man well enough, yet they don't care to tell'n so to's face: if that's the case, why silence gives consent.
Página 45 - To bid me not to love, Is to forbid my pulse to move, My beard to grow, my ears to prick up, Or (when I'm in a fit) to hickup.
Página 122 - ... T is in my blood and brain. All things have something more than barren use ; There is a scent upon the brier, A tremulous splendour in the autumn dews, Cold morns are fringed with fire ; The clodded earth goes up in sweet-breathed flowers ; In music dies poor human speech, And into beauty blow those hearts of ours, When Love is born in each. Life is transfigured in the soft and tender Light of Love, as a volume dun Of rolling smoke becomes a wreathed splendour In the declining sun.
Página 101 - The sun and day shall sooner part, Than love or you shake off my heart ; The sun, that shall no more dispense His own, but your bright influence. I'll carve your name on barks of trees, With true-love knots and flourishes...
Página 1 - Sir C. My dear Leech, you began life late. You are a young fellow, — forty-five, — and have the world yet before you. I started at thirteen, lived quick, and exhausted the whole round of pleasure before I was thirty.
Página 131 - Nay, you say true in that, it's but a folly to lie : for to speak one thing, and to think just the contrary way; is as it were, to look one way, and to row another. Now, for my part d'ye see, I'm for carrying things above board, I'm not for keeping anything under hatches, - so that if you ben't as willing as I, say so a...
Página 175 - While nothing else, but rem in re, Can set the proudest wretches free ; A slavery, beyond enduring, But that 'tis of their own procuring : As spiders never seek the fly But leave him, of himself, t...
Página 122 - Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.