An Autobiography: My Schools and Schoolmasters; Or, The Story of My EducationGould and Lincoln, 1855 - 537 páginas |
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... give the poor woman below a chance with the rest . All of us but himself , mistress , had got up into the shrouds , and so could see round us a bit ; and he had just laid his hand on the companion hasp to undo the door , when I saw a ...
... give the poor woman below a chance with the rest . All of us but himself , mistress , had got up into the shrouds , and so could see round us a bit ; and he had just laid his hand on the companion hasp to undo the door , when I saw a ...
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... gives to all our glories but a single verse , and it is a verse of judgment . " Uncle Sandy , however , did not urge the peace principles which he had acquired amid scenes of death and carnage , into any extravagant consequences ; and ...
... gives to all our glories but a single verse , and it is a verse of judgment . " Uncle Sandy , however , did not urge the peace principles which he had acquired amid scenes of death and carnage , into any extravagant consequences ; and ...
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... give them a classical edu cation ; and meeting one day with Uncle James , he urged that I should be put on Latin . I was a great reader , he said ; and he found that when I missed a word in my English tasks , I до to below , almost ...
... give them a classical edu cation ; and meeting one day with Uncle James , he urged that I should be put on Latin . I was a great reader , he said ; and he found that when I missed a word in my English tasks , I до to below , almost ...
Página 44
... give him back in the evening , word for word , his own rendering , which satisfied him on most oc- casions tolerably well . There were none of us much looked after ; and I soon learned to bring books of amusement to the school with me ...
... give him back in the evening , word for word , his own rendering , which satisfied him on most oc- casions tolerably well . There were none of us much looked after ; and I soon learned to bring books of amusement to the school with me ...
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... give way , for at least a moment . Uncle Sandy hesitated under apparent excitement ; but quick and fiery as light- ing , Uncle James came to his rescue . " Yes , excellent nen ! " said my uncle , " but the excellent men of a rude and ...
... give way , for at least a moment . Uncle Sandy hesitated under apparent excitement ; but quick and fiery as light- ing , Uncle James came to his rescue . " Yes , excellent nen ! " said my uncle , " but the excellent men of a rude and ...
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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.