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... in youth , stimulated in manhood , and solaced in age . " When I am reading a book , " said Swift , " whether wise or silly , it seems to me to be alive or talking to me . " Such is the feeling of every student CAXTON ...
... in youth , stimulated in manhood , and solaced in age . " When I am reading a book , " said Swift , " whether wise or silly , it seems to me to be alive or talking to me . " Such is the feeling of every student CAXTON ...
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Frederick Saunders. me . " Such is the feeling of every student who appreciates the author he reads . " There are those who desire a book as a living companion of the mind ; and to such , a good work is society to his lone- liness - a ...
Frederick Saunders. me . " Such is the feeling of every student who appreciates the author he reads . " There are those who desire a book as a living companion of the mind ; and to such , a good work is society to his lone- liness - a ...
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... feeling in more instances than one , with the " genus irritabile . ” We remember an incident , among others , to this effect . Goldsmith , who was originally poor and unknown , after the publication of the Trav- eller became of much ...
... feeling in more instances than one , with the " genus irritabile . ” We remember an incident , among others , to this effect . Goldsmith , who was originally poor and unknown , after the publication of the Trav- eller became of much ...
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... feeling . ✓ Here , then , we finish with the binder , as he finishes his book , and here also we reluctantly conclude our chapter upon Book- craft a theme of exhaustless interest to all who have any affinity of taste for books and the ...
... feeling . ✓ Here , then , we finish with the binder , as he finishes his book , and here also we reluctantly conclude our chapter upon Book- craft a theme of exhaustless interest to all who have any affinity of taste for books and the ...
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... feelings and holier aspirations of the heart . Wealth is a source of endless discontent ; it creates more wants than it supplies , and keeps its incumbent constantly craving , crafty , and covetous . Lord Bacon says , “ I cannot call ...
... feelings and holier aspirations of the heart . Wealth is a source of endless discontent ; it creates more wants than it supplies , and keeps its incumbent constantly craving , crafty , and covetous . Lord Bacon says , “ I cannot call ...
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Page 192 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Page 383 - The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Page 281 - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone...
Page 98 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food: For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 108 - HE that loves a rosy Cheek, Or a coral Lip admires ; Or from star-like Eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires : As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away ! But a smooth and steadfast Mind, Gentle Thoughts, and calm Desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires ! Where these are not ; I despise Lovely Cheeks ! or Lips ! or Eyes...
Page 333 - He, that negotiates between God and man, As God's ambassador, the grand concerns Of judgment and of mercy, should beware Of lightness in his speech. 'Tis pitiful To court a grin, when you should woo a soul ; To break a jest, when pity would inspire Pathetic exhortation ; and t' address The skittish fancy with facetious tales, When sent with God's commission to the heart : So did not Paul.
Page 217 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Page 215 - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the Robin's breast ; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest ; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished dove ; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Page 397 - And when Abraham saw that the man blessed not God, he said unto him, " Wherefore dost thou not worship the most high God, Creator of heaven and earth...
Page 391 - ... Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.