The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table: Every Man His Own BoswellPhillips, Sampson and Company, 1859 - 373 pages |
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... seen for these twenty - five years , generously counted , was a self - willed youth , always too ready to utter his unchastised fancies . He , like too many American young people , got the spur when he should have had the rein . He ...
... seen for these twenty - five years , generously counted , was a self - willed youth , always too ready to utter his unchastised fancies . He , like too many American young people , got the spur when he should have had the rein . He ...
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... seen it somewhere . Possibly I may have sometimes unconsciously stolen it , but I do not remember that I ever once detected any his- torical truth in these sudden convictions of the an- tiquity of my new thought or phrase . I have ...
... seen it somewhere . Possibly I may have sometimes unconsciously stolen it , but I do not remember that I ever once detected any his- torical truth in these sudden convictions of the an- tiquity of my new thought or phrase . I have ...
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... seen there has not been the like of in these our New England sov- ereignties . There is nothing in the shape of kind- ness and courtesy that can make life beautiful , which has not found its home in that ocean - principality . It has ...
... seen there has not been the like of in these our New England sov- ereignties . There is nothing in the shape of kind- ness and courtesy that can make life beautiful , which has not found its home in that ocean - principality . It has ...
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... seen , Half dreaming , my eyes will pursue : Now dark in the shadow , she scatters the spray As the chaff in the stroke of the flail ; Now white as the sea - gull , she flies on her way , The sun gleaming bright on her sail . Yet her ...
... seen , Half dreaming , my eyes will pursue : Now dark in the shadow , she scatters the spray As the chaff in the stroke of the flail ; Now white as the sea - gull , she flies on her way , The sun gleaming bright on her sail . Yet her ...
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... seen my name stuck up in letters so big that I was ashamed to show myself in the place by daylight . I have gone to a town with a sober literary essay in my pocket , and seen myself everywhere announced as the most desperate of buffos ...
... seen my name stuck up in letters so big that I was ashamed to show myself in the place by daylight . I have gone to a town with a sober literary essay in my pocket , and seen myself everywhere announced as the most desperate of buffos ...
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Page 108 - And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed,— Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed ! Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil ; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past
Page 109 - on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll 1 Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new
Page 295 - they called it then. Eighteen hundred and twenty came ;— Running as usual ; much the same. Thirty and forty at last arrive, And then come fifty, and FIFTY-FIVE. Little of all we value here Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year Without both feeling and looking queer. In fact, there's nothing that keeps its youth,
Page 296 - And the back-crossbar as strong as the fore, And spring and axle and hub encore. And yet, as a whole, it is past a doubt In another hour it will be worn out ! First of November, 'Fifty-five 1 This morning the parson takes a drive. Now, small boys, get out
Page 294 - still Find it somewhere you must and will,— Above or below, or within or without,— And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, A chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out. But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do, With an " I dew vum," or an
Page 294 - A LOGICAL STORY. HAVE you heard of the wonderful one-hoss-shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day. And then, of a sudden, it ah, but stay, I'll tell you what happened without delay,
Page 140 - borrow this,—he speaks as if it were old. But then he applied it so neatly !— " He that has once done you a kindness will be more ready to do you another than he whom you yourself have obliged." Then there is that glorious Epicurean paradox, uttered by my friend, the Historian, in one of
Page 295 - As fresh as on Lisbon-earthquake-day ! EIGHTEEN HUNDRED ;—it came and found The Deacon's Masterpiece strong and sound. Eighteen hundred increased by ten ;— " Hahusum kerridge " they called it then. Eighteen hundred and twenty came ;— Running as usual ; much the same. Thirty and forty at last arrive, And then
Page 108 - Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thce, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap forlorn
Page 294 - Do ! I tell you, I rather guess She was a wonder, and nothing less ! Colts grew horses, beards turned gray, Deacon and deaconess dropped away, Children and grand-children—where were they ? But there stood the stout old