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... served gratuitously . It has also been asserted , by those competent to know , that the field which has afforded the author occasional recreation and some relief from more serious labor , has heretofore found no gleaner . The literary ...
... served gratuitously . It has also been asserted , by those competent to know , that the field which has afforded the author occasional recreation and some relief from more serious labor , has heretofore found no gleaner . The literary ...
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... served in initiations : I was initiated . You were a performer in our public entertainments : I was the director . You took notes of speeches : I was a speaker . You were an underplayer : I was a spectator . You failed in your part : I ...
... served in initiations : I was initiated . You were a performer in our public entertainments : I was the director . You took notes of speeches : I was a speaker . You were an underplayer : I was a spectator . You failed in your part : I ...
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... served to one of his aides - de - camp , “ It is a long time since I fought in Europe . The bullets won't know me again . Something will happen . " The curious inference appears to be that nothing would happen if the bullets had not ...
... served to one of his aides - de - camp , “ It is a long time since I fought in Europe . The bullets won't know me again . Something will happen . " The curious inference appears to be that nothing would happen if the bullets had not ...
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... served that strong vitality of heart which is a pre- servative against the passing away of any feeling . At twenty I was the same man I am to - day . I was always what I am , good or bad , strong or weak . " 1820 , March 22. " My poor ...
... served that strong vitality of heart which is a pre- servative against the passing away of any feeling . At twenty I was the same man I am to - day . I was always what I am , good or bad , strong or weak . " 1820 , March 22. " My poor ...
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... served my God with half the zeal I served my king , he would not in my age Have left me naked to mine enemies . " B. 1500. THE DUKE OF SOMERSET . D. 1552 . THE Duke , whose conceit was in his high rank and his long line of forefathers ...
... served my God with half the zeal I served my king , he would not in my age Have left me naked to mine enemies . " B. 1500. THE DUKE OF SOMERSET . D. 1552 . THE Duke , whose conceit was in his high rank and his long line of forefathers ...
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Page xvi - Herostratus lives that burnt the temple of Diana, he is almost lost that built it. Time hath spared the epitaph of Adrian's horse, confounded that of himself. In vain we compute our felicities by the advantage of our good names, since bad have equal durations, and Thersites is like to live as long as Agamemnon.
Page 93 - To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues. In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude ; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when Morn Purples the East.
Page 119 - But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
Page 100 - But why then publish? Granville the polite, And knowing Walsh, would tell me I could write; Well-natured Garth inflamed with early praise; And Congreve loved, and Swift endured my lays; The courtly Talbot, Somers, Sheffield read; Ev'n mitred Rochester would nod the head, And St. John's self (great Dryden's friends before) With open arms received one poet more.
Page 44 - There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to climb With a whole bale of isms tied together with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the distinction 'twixt singing and preaching...
Page 157 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Page 163 - What manner I mean, will be quite clear to the reader, who must soon perceive great inexperience, immaturity, and every error denoting a feverish attempt, rather than a deed accomplished. The two first books, and indeed the two last, I feel sensible are not of such completion as to warrant their passing the press...
Page 2 - But of those who seemed to be somewhat, whatsoever they were, it maketh no matter to me: God accepteth no man's person: for they who seemed to be somewhat in conference added nothing to me...
Page 80 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 34 - ... Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes...