Leisure hours in town, by the author of The recreations of a country parsonParker Son and Bourn West Strand, 1862 - 382 pages |
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... perhaps find , my friendly reader , that these essays of an old friend , whom you knew in the days when he was a country parson , have somewhat changed their character , in consistence with his total change of life . But I have reason ...
... perhaps find , my friendly reader , that these essays of an old friend , whom you knew in the days when he was a country parson , have somewhat changed their character , in consistence with his total change of life . But I have reason ...
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... perhaps received a tug which it never quite got over . A joint was suddenly turned in a direction in which Nature had not contemplated its ever turning and the joint never played quite smoothly and sweetly again . In this sense , we ...
... perhaps received a tug which it never quite got over . A joint was suddenly turned in a direction in which Nature had not contemplated its ever turning and the joint never played quite smoothly and sweetly again . In this sense , we ...
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... perhaps , but it must be shod with leather , otherwise it would be dead lame in a mile . And just in that same fashion we human beings , all more or less of screws mentally and morally , need all kinds of management , on the part of our ...
... perhaps , but it must be shod with leather , otherwise it would be dead lame in a mile . And just in that same fashion we human beings , all more or less of screws mentally and morally , need all kinds of management , on the part of our ...
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... Perhaps you remember how on one occasion he wrought himself up into a fever of wrath with Mr. Murray , because that gentleman suggested a subject on which he wished Southey to write for the Quarterly , and begged him to put his whole ...
... Perhaps you remember how on one occasion he wrought himself up into a fever of wrath with Mr. Murray , because that gentleman suggested a subject on which he wished Southey to write for the Quarterly , and begged him to put his whole ...
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... perhaps , and certainly does not exchange a sentence with any human being whose presence is energetic enough to turn the current of thought into a healthier direction . And so , by the evening he has got the little offence into the ...
... perhaps , and certainly does not exchange a sentence with any human being whose presence is energetic enough to turn the current of thought into a healthier direction . And so , by the evening he has got the little offence into the ...
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Page 130 - Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain : that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you.
Page 77 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.
Page 78 - Grave Alice and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper and then a silence, Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall, By three doors left unguarded, They enter my castle wall. They climb up into my turret, O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere.
Page 139 - Nevertheless I am continually with thee: Thou hast holden me by my right hand. Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, And afterward receive me to glory.
Page 78 - I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away...
Page 55 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 111 - Touch us gently, Time ! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, — as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream. Humble voyagers are we, Husband, wife, and children three — One is lost, — an angel, fled To the azure overhead. Touch us gently, Time ! We've not proud nor soaring wings : Our ambition, our content, Lies in simple things. Humble voyagers are we O'er life's dim unsounded sea, Seeking only some calm clime : — Touch us gently, gentle Time...
Page 132 - Well, well, — she's gone, And I have tamed my sorrow. Pain and grief Are transitory things no less than joy, And though they leave us not the men we were, Yet they do leave us. You behold me here A man bereaved, with something of a blight Upon the early blossoms of his life And its first verdure, having not the less A living root, and drawing from the earth Its vital juices, from the air its powers : And surely as man's health and strength are whole His appetites regerminate, his heart Reopens,...
Page 78 - O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I' try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old mustache as I am Is not a match for you all!