A Quintette of Graycoats

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Baker & Taylor Company, 1904 - Squirrels - 220 pages
 

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Contents

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Page 187 - I took to be of a child, which complained " it could not " get out" — I look'd up and down the passage, and seeing neither man, woman, nor child, I went out without further attention. In my return back through the passage, I heard the same words repeated twice over ; and looking up, I saw it was a starling hung in a little cage.—" I can't get " out,— I can't get out,
Page 188 - I can't get out,' said the starling. — God help thee ! said I, but I'll let thee out, cost what it will ; so I turned about the cag'e to get the door : it was twisted and double twisted so fast with wire, there was no getting it open without pulling the cage to pieces. — I took both hands to it. The bird flew to the place where I was attempting his deliverance, and thrusting his head through the trellis, pressed his breast against it, as if impatient. I fear, poor creature ! said I, I cannot...
Page 186 - Make the most of it you can, said I to myself, the Bastile is but another word for a tower, and a tower is but another word for a house you can't get out of. Mercy on the gouty! for they are in it twice a year; but with nine livres a day, and pen, and ink, and paper, and patience, albeit a man can't get out, he may do very well within, at least for a month or six weeks ; at the end of which, if h'e is a harmless fellow, his innocence appears, and he comes out a better and wiser man than he went in.
Page 186 - I, correcting the proposition ; the Bastile is not an evil to be despised ; but strip it of its towers — fill up the fosse — unbarricade the doors — call it simply a confinement, and suppose it some tyrant of a distemper — and not of a man — which holds you in it, the evil vanishes, and you bear the other half without complaint.
Page 136 - An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy. Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee : But, Och ! I backward cast my e'e On prospects drear ! An...
Page 188 - I vow I never had my affections more tenderly awakened ; nor do I remember an incident in my life where the dissipated spirits, to which my reason had been a bubble, were so suddenly called home. Mechanical as the notes were, yet so true in tune to nature were they chanted, that in one moment they overthrew all my systematic reasonings upon the Bastile; and I heavily walked up stairs, unsaying every •word I had said in going down them.
Page 187 - ... tis some tyrant of a distemper and not of a man which holds you in it, the evil vanishes, and you bear the other half without complaint. I was interrupted in the heyday of this soliloquy with a voice which I took to be of a child, which complained
Page 116 - That they remembered nothing. Queen Mab and her light maids the while Amongst themselves do closely smile To see the king caught with this wile, With one another jesting; And to the...
Page 128 - And when a lady's in the case, You know all other things give place. To leave you thus might seem unkind, But see the Goat is just behind.
Page 180 - ... Farewell to the festal, the hall of the dance, Where each step is a study, a falsehood each glance; Where the vain are displaying, the vapid are yawning; Where the beauty of night, the glory of dawning, Are wasted, as Fashion, that tyrant, at will Makes war on sweet nature, and exiles her still.

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