Grahame: Or, Youth and Manhood. A Romance

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Baker and Scribner, 1850 - 385 էջ

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Էջ 3 - Could have attain'd the effect of your own purpose, Whether you had not sometime in your life Err'd in this point which now you censure him, And pull'd the law upon you. Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, Another thing to fall. I not deny The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try.
Էջ 210 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Էջ 297 - Lay her i' the earth : And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring ! I tell thee churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling.
Էջ 102 - Isolation is the sum-total of wretchedness to man. To be cut off, to be left solitary: to have a world alien, not your world; all a hostile camp for you; not a home at all, of hearts and faces who are yours, whose you are! It is the frightfulest enchantment; too truly a work of the Evil One.
Էջ 361 - He must be fed, Be taught to go, and speak. Ay, or yet Why might not a man love a calf as well?
Էջ 3 - Thus may we gather honey from the weed, And make a moral of the devil himself.
Էջ 2 - Office of the District Court of the United State! for the Southern District of New York.
Էջ 283 - There is a dangerous silence in that hour, A stillness, which leaves room for the full soul To open all itself, without the power Of calling wholly back its self-control ; The silver light which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole, Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws A loving languor, which is not repose.
Էջ 102 - What Exile from himself can flee! To Zones, though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of life— the demon Thought.
Էջ 35 - Floating off on the breeze, like the tones of a bell, Or the music that dwells in the heart of a shell ; Oh ! the laugh of a child, so wild and so free, Is the merriest sound in the world for me.

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