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believe better brain carry comes conversation course deal Doctors of Divinity don't doubt dream expression eyes face fact feel feet fellow give green grow half hand head hear heard heart hold human hundred idea John keep kind laugh learned leaves lecture less light living look man's mark mean mind morning nature never observe once pass perhaps person play poem poets poor Professor question race reason remarks remember round schoolmistress seen side sometimes soul speak stand stone story suppose sure sweet talk tell things thought tion told took tree true truth turned verses voice walk whole woman write young fellow youth
Стр. 105 - I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving! To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, — but we must sail, and not drift nor lie at anchor.
Стр. 313 - Little I ask ; my wants are few ; I only wish a hut of stone, (A very plain brown stone will do,) That I may call my own ; — And close at hand is such a one, In yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten ; — If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. Amen! I always thought cold victual nice; — My choice would be vanilla-ice. I...
Стр. 297 - Little of all we value here Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year Without both feeling and looking queer. In fact, there's nothing that keeps its youth, So far as I know, but a tree and truth.
Стр. 295 - Saw the earth open and gulp her down, And Braddock's army was done so brown, Left without a scalp to its crown.
Стр. 298 - The parson was working his Sunday's text, Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed At what the -Moses - was coming next. All at once the horse stood still, Close by the meet'n'-house on the hill First a shiver, and then a thrill, Then something decidedly like a spill.
Стр. 296 - He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees, The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's ellum...
Стр. 110 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
Стр. 297 - EIGHTEEN HUNDRED;— it came and found The Deacon's masterpiece strong and sound. Eighteen hundred increased by ten; — "Hahnsum kerridge" they called it then. Eighteen hundred and twenty came; — Running as usual; much the same. Thirty and forty at last arrive, And then come fifty, and FIFTY-FIVE.
Стр. 297 - That there wasn'ta chance for one to start. For the wheels were just as strong as the thills, And the floor was just as strong as the sills, And the panels just as strong as the floor, And the whippletree neither less nor more, And the back cross-bar as strong as the fore, And spring and axle and hub encore. And yet, as a whole, it is past a doubt In another hour it will be worn out!