Over the Teacups (Volume 4)

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Բաժին 2
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Բաժին 3
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Բաժին 4
45
Բաժին 5
71
Բաժին 6
94
Բաժին 7
119
Բաժին 8
146
Բաժին 9
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Բաժին 10
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Բաժին 11
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Բաժին 12
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Էջ 26 - I am this day fourscore years old: and can I discern between good and evil? can thy servant taste what I eat or what I drink? can I hear any more the voice of singing men and singing women? wherefore then should thy servant be yet a burden unto my lord the king?
Էջ 133 - Still, through the rattle, parts of speech were rife: While he could stammer He settled Hoti's business — let it be ! — Properly based Oun — Gave us the doctrine of the enclitic De, Dead from the waist down.
Էջ 49 - Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound.' " This was the way in which Wordsworth paid his tribute to a '"Soul of God's best earthly mould.' " The sweet voice left a trance-like silence after it, which may have lasted twenty heart-beats. Then I said, We all thank you for your charming quotation. How much more wholesome a picture of humanity than such stuff as the author of the " Night Thoughts " has left us : — " Heaven's Sovereign...
Էջ 133 - That, has the world here — should he need the next, Let the world mind him! This, throws himself on God, and unperplexed Seeking shall find him. So, with the throttling hands of death at strife, Ground he at grammar...
Էջ 93 - If all the trees in all the woods were men, And each and every blade of grass a pen ; If every leaf on every shrub and tree Turned to a sheet of foolscap ; every sea Were changed to ink, and all earth's living tribes Had nothing else to do but act as scribes, And for ten thousand ages, day and night, The human race should write, and write, and write, Till all the pens and paper were used up, And the huge inkstand was an empty cup, Still would the scribblers clustered round its brink Call for more...
Էջ 141 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud, instead, and ever-during dark, Surrounds me...
Էջ 156 - What you will. I will talk of things heavenly, or things earthly; things moral, or things evangelical; things sacred, or things profane; things past, or things to come; things foreign, or things at home; things more essential, or things circumstantial; provided that all be done to our profit.
Էջ 235 - A world primal again, vistas of glory incessant and branching, A new race dominating previous ones and grander far, with new contests, New politics, new literatures and religions, new inventions and arts.
Էջ 48 - The sighs which Matthew heaved were sighs Of one tired out with fun and madness ; The tears which came to Matthew's eyes Were tears of light, the dew of gladness. Yet, sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round. He seemed as if he drank it up — He felt with spirit so profound. — Thou soul of God's best earthly mould...

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