An Autobiography: My Schools and Schoolmasters; Or, The Story of My EducationGould and Lincoln, 1855 - 537 páginas |
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... better security than locks and bolts . -The valley of the Gruids , —its interesting features . - Cousin William's guests . -Authenticity of Ossian . - A genuine Celtic breakfast . - Clan stories and legends of the district .- " No fool ...
... better security than locks and bolts . -The valley of the Gruids , —its interesting features . - Cousin William's guests . -Authenticity of Ossian . - A genuine Celtic breakfast . - Clan stories and legends of the district .- " No fool ...
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... better for knowing how he looks . - Quit Edinburgh for Cromarty . - Superstition of sailors . - Stanzas written at sea . - Reflections on the condition of the lower classes , -causes of their degradation on the increase.- Renewed ...
... better for knowing how he looks . - Quit Edinburgh for Cromarty . - Superstition of sailors . - Stanzas written at sea . - Reflections on the condition of the lower classes , -causes of their degradation on the increase.- Renewed ...
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... better sailor never stepped be- tween stem and stern ; but last night has , I fear , been too much for him . He should have been here long ere now . " The hour passed ; the day itself wore heavily away in gloom and tempest ; and as not ...
... better sailor never stepped be- tween stem and stern ; but last night has , I fear , been too much for him . He should have been here long ere now . " The hour passed ; the day itself wore heavily away in gloom and tempest ; and as not ...
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... better go below . ' ' What woman , Jack ? ' said he ; ' our passenger , you may be sure , is nowhere else . ' I looked round , mistress , and found he was quite alone , and that the companion - head was hasped down . There came a cold ...
... better go below . ' ' What woman , Jack ? ' said he ; ' our passenger , you may be sure , is nowhere else . ' I looked round , mistress , and found he was quite alone , and that the companion - head was hasped down . There came a cold ...
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... better world his hopes aspire . Ah ! this must sure be thee ! All hail my honored Sire ! Alas ! thy latest voyage draws near a close , For Death broods voiceless in the darkening sky ; Subsides the breeze ; th ' untroubled waves repose ...
... better world his hopes aspire . Ah ! this must sure be thee ! All hail my honored Sire ! Alas ! thy latest voyage draws near a close , For Death broods voiceless in the darkening sky ; Subsides the breeze ; th ' untroubled waves repose ...
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acquaintance amid ancient Auchterarder barrack belemnites beside bothy boulder clay branch bank cave character Church circumstances comrade cottage course cousin Cromarty curious dark deemed delight district Doocot early Edinburgh engaged English failed feet fish Frith Gaelic Gairloch gneiss greatly hand heard Henry Kirke White Highland hills hour Inverness Inverness Courier Jock kind labor lady learned least length light live Loch Loch Maree Loch Shin looked mason master ment mind minister morning nature neighborhood neighboring never Niddry Nigg night occasion Old Red Old Red Sandstone once ordinary parish passed peculiar poet poor porridge precipice regarded remark rocks rose round Sandstone scarce scene Scotland Scottish season seemed seen shore side sloop sort stone story succeeded thought tion town Uncle James verse walks Whigs wild woods workmen young
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Página 344 - I HAVE observed, that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor, with other particulars of the like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.
Página 210 - Alternate triumphed in his breast; His bliss and woe — a smile, a tear; Oblivion hides the rest. The bounding pulse, the languid limb, The changing spirit's rise and fall; We know that these were felt by him, For these are felt by all.
Página i - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Página 395 - We have not been drawn and trussed, in order that we may be filled, like stuffed birds in a museum, with chaff and ra'gs and paltry blurred shreds of paper about the rights of man.
Página 165 - Others apart sat on a hill retired, In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will, and Fate— Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute — And found no end, in wandering mazes lost.
Página 327 - I were ever so little out of the room, and all ascribed to the chapel ghost, which they said ever haunted those not regularly admitted, that, notwithstanding the master's protection, I found myself obliged to comply and pay the money, convinced of the folly of being on ill terms with those one is to live with continually.
Página 398 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Página 220 - I replied ; ;' I don't think we'll need the other one before Saturday night." A roar of laughter from every corner of the barrack precluded reply ; and in the laughter, after an embarrassed pause, the poor man had the good sense to join. And during the rest of the season I baked as often and as much as I pleased. It is, I believe, Goldsmith who remarks, that " wit generally succeeds more from being happily addressed, than from its native poignancy...
Página 24 - ... mother, telling what I ha'd seen ; and the house-girl whom she next sent to shut the door, apparently affected by my terror, also returned frightened, and said that she too had seen the woman's hand ; which, however, did not seem to be the case. And finally, my mother going to the door, saw nothing, though she appeared much impressed by the extremeness of my terror and the minuteness of my description. I communicate the story, as it lies fixed in my memory, without attempting to explain it. The...
Página 37 - At Wallace' name, what Scottish blood But boils up in a spring-tide flood ! Oft have our fearless fathers strode By Wallace' side, Still pressing onward, red-wat shod, Or glorious died.