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Page 312 - For that which I do I allow not: for what I would, that do I not; but what I hate, that do I.
Page 89 - The path of duty was the way to glory; He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes, He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden-roses. Not once or twice in our fair island-story, The path of duty was the way to glory; He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands. Thro...
Page 86 - The major-general therefore, in gratitude for, and admiration of, the brilliant deeds in arms achieved by General Havelock and his gallant troops, will cheerfully waive his rank on the occasion; and will accompany the force to Lucknow in his civil capacity as Chief Commissioner of Oudh, tendering his military services to General Havelock as a volunteer.
Page 300 - twere so with many A gentle girl and boy ! But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy ? To know the change and feel it When there is none to heal it, Nor numbed sense to steel it, Was never said in rhyme. KEATS
Page 186 - ... (with lots of cayenne pepper), of pulls on the river, of delicious reading of novels, magazines, and saunterings in many studios ; a land where men call each other by their Christian names ; where most are poor, where almost all are young, and where, if a few oldsters do enter, it is because they have preserved more tenderly and carefully than other folks their youthful spirits, and the delightful capacity to be idle. I have lost my way to Bohemia now, but it is certain that Prague is the most...
Page 638 - My dear ! I am going away for a few days to Brighton. Here are all the keys of the house. You may open every door and closet, except the one at the end of the oak-room opposite the fireplace, with the little bronze Shakspeare on the mantelpiece (or what not).
Page 639 - ... and were taken in by my swagger, I always knew that I was a lily-liver, and expected that I should be found out some day. That certainty of being found out must haunt and depress many a bold braggadocio spirit. Let us say it is a clergyman, who can pump copious floods of tears out of his own eyes and those of his audience. He thinks to himself, "I am but a poor swindling, chattering rogue. My bills are unpaid. I have jilted several women whom I have promised to marry. I don't know whether I believe...
Page 305 - There is no head above the head of a serpent; and there is no wrath above the wrath of an enemy.
Page 61 - I publish the Banns of Marriage between M. of , and N. of . If any of you know cause, or just impediment, why these two persons should not be joined together in holy Matrimony, ye are to declare it.
Page 640 - ... to sit with a man whom you have found out. His talent? Bah! His virtue? We know a little story or two about his virtue, and he knows we know it. We are thinking over friend Robinson's antecedents, as we grin, bow, and talk; and we are both humbugs together. Robinson a good fellow, is he? You know how he behaved to Hicks? A good-natured man, is he? Pray do you remember that little story of Mrs. Robinson's black eye ? How men have to work, to talk, to smile, to go to bed, and try to sleep, with...