 | Ernest Rhys - English essays - 1915 - 518 pages
...come into the Mind of any but of one a little studious ; for I said to my self, with a kind of Punn in thought, What Nonsense is all the Hurry of this World to those who are above it? In these, or not much wiser Thoughts, I had like to have lost my Place at the Chop-House ; where every... | |
 | Benjamin Alexander Heydrick - American essays - 1921 - 422 pages
...created in me a reflection that could not come into the mind of any but of one a little too studious; for I said to myself with a kind of pun in thought, "What...the hurry of this world to those who are above it?" In these, or not much wiser thoughts, I had like to have lost my place at the chop-house, where every... | |
 | Harry Morgan Ayres, Frederick Morgan Padelford - English literature - 1924 - 942 pages
...created in me a reflection that could not come into the mind of any but of one a little too studious; for , And cursed me with his eye. "Four times fifty living...nor sigh nor groan) With heavy thump, a lifeless In these, or not much wiser thoughts, I had like to have lost my place at the chophouse, where every... | |
 | Rick Allen - Literary Collections - 1998 - 268 pages
...created in me a reflection that could not come into the mind of any but of one a little too studious; for I said to myself, with a kind of pun in thought, 'What...the hurry of this world to those who are above it?' In these or not much wiser thoughts I had like to have lost my place at the chop-house; where every... | |
 | Erik Bond - History - 2007 - 306 pages
...come into the Mind of any but of one a little too studious; for I said to my self, with a kind of Punn in Thought, What Nonsense is all the Hurry of this World to those who are above it?n During "a Reflection," our critic again alludes to the model figure of The Conscious Lovers who... | |
 | Ernest Rhys, Lloyd Vaughan - English essays - 1920 - 510 pages
...come into the Mind of any but of one a little studious: for I said to my* self, with a kind of Punn in thought, What Nonsense is all the Hurry of this World to those ivho are above it? In these, or not much wiser Thoughts, I had like to have lost my Place at the Chop-House... | |
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I went to one of the windows which opened to the area below, where all the several voices lost their distinction, and rose up in a confused humming; which created in me a reflection that could not come into the mind of any but of one a little too studious;... 
