Land Sharks and Sea Gulls, Volume 1

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Richard Bentley, 1838 - 307 pages
 

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Page 94 - How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry! which their keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may I Call this a lightning!
Page 214 - Hath had n' occasion nor no field to try The strength and forces of his worthiness." That quatrain of old Daniel brings up — does it not?
Page 42 - To be perfect in this part of learning, it is necessary to have the head clear as well as the complexion ;" or, " To be perfect in this part of learning, does he rarely mingle with the men, but frequent the tea-tables of the ladies ?" Which ever of these be the sense, the words ought to have been otherwise ranged.
Page 250 - Of love to me ! alas, thy ignorance Lets thee not see the crosses of our births ! Nature, that loves not to be questioned Why she did this or that, but has her ends, And knows she does well...
Page 118 - I will have it," vociferated the counsellor, interrupting the witness. " Well, then, if you must and will have it," rejoined the ostler, with imperturbable gravity, "why, then, I had it myself from the mare's own mouth.
Page 42 - As it is necessary to have the head clear, as well as the complexion, to be perfect in this part of learning, I rarely mingle with the men (for I abhor wine), but frequent the tea-tables of the ladies.
Page 2 - I fear, that in the election of a wife, As in a project of war, to err but once Is to be undone for ever. Sir F. Cres. Good my lord, I do beseech you, let your better judgment 20 Go along with your reprehension ! L. Beau. So it does, And can find nought t...
Page 184 - O'er each harsh feature rude Gathers the shadow of forgctfulness ; While all that minister'd delight floats like a blissful dream before the sight. 1 'Tis as a pleasant laud by moon-light seen, Where each harsh form, that met the day, In darkness dies away; Smooth gleams, and tender shadows steal between* While the pal* silvery orb glides peaceful o'er the scene.
Page 157 - Revenge is but a frailty, incident To crazed and sickly minds; the poor content Of little souls, unable to surmount An injury, too weak to bear affront.
Page 252 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th

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