The Autocrat of the Breakfast-tableW. Paterson, 1858 - 279 pages |
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... begin to multiply fast in the papers , without obvious reason , there is a new book or a new edition coming . The extracts are ground - bait . -Literary life is full of curious phenomena . I don't know that there is anything more ...
... begin to multiply fast in the papers , without obvious reason , there is a new book or a new edition coming . The extracts are ground - bait . -Literary life is full of curious phenomena . I don't know that there is anything more ...
Page 91
... begin to decay . I don't know what it is , - whether a spontaneous change , mental or bodily , or whether it is thorough experience of the thankless- ness of critical honesty , —but it is a fact , that most writers , except sour and ...
... begin to decay . I don't know what it is , - whether a spontaneous change , mental or bodily , or whether it is thorough experience of the thankless- ness of critical honesty , —but it is a fact , that most writers , except sour and ...
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... begin with one most formidable preliminary . You saw an article the other day in one of the journals , perhaps , in which some old Doctor or other said quietly that patients were very apt to be fools and cowards . But a great many of ...
... begin with one most formidable preliminary . You saw an article the other day in one of the journals , perhaps , in which some old Doctor or other said quietly that patients were very apt to be fools and cowards . But a great many of ...
Page 107
... in such a slashing sweepstakes as is coming off in these next forty years ? Oh , this ter- rible gift of second - sight that comes to some of us when we begin to look through the silvered rings of THE AUTOCRAT OF THE BREAKFAST - TABLE .
... in such a slashing sweepstakes as is coming off in these next forty years ? Oh , this ter- rible gift of second - sight that comes to some of us when we begin to look through the silvered rings of THE AUTOCRAT OF THE BREAKFAST - TABLE .
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Oliver Wendell Holmes. when we begin to look through the silvered rings of the arcus senilis ! Ten years gone . First turn in the race . A few broken down ; two or three bolted . Several show in advance of the ruck . Cassock , a black ...
Oliver Wendell Holmes. when we begin to look through the silvered rings of the arcus senilis ! Ten years gone . First turn in the race . A few broken down ; two or three bolted . Several show in advance of the ruck . Cassock , a black ...
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Page 110 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
Page 110 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 296 - Last of its timber, — they couldn't sell 'em, Never an axe had seen their chips, And the wedges flew from between their lips, Their blunt ends frizzled like celery-tips; Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw, Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too, Steel of the finest, bright and blue; Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide; Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way he 'put her through.
Page 298 - The parson was working his Sunday's text,— Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed At what the— Moses— was coming next. All at once the horse stood still, Close by the meet'n'-house on the hill.
Page 111 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While 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 ! Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Page 313 - My choice would be vanilla-ice. I care not much for gold or land; — Give me a mortgage here and there, — Some good bank-stock, some note of hand, Or trifling railroad share, — I only ask that Fortune send A little more than I shall spend.
Page 358 - If it please the king, and if I have found favor in his sight, and the thing seem right before the king, and I be pleasing in his eyes, let it be written to reverse the letters devised by Haman the...
Page 295 - 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...
Page 76 - My listening angel heard the prayer, and, calmly smiling, said, " If I but touch thy silvered hair, thy hasty wish hath sped. " But is there nothing in thy track to bid thee fondly stay, While the swift seasons hurry back to find the wished-for day...
Page 295 - Snuffy old drone from the German hive ! That was the year when Lisbon-town Saw the earth open and gulp her down, And Braddock's army was done so brown, Left without a scalp to its crown. It was on the terrible Earthquake-day That the Deacon finished the one-hoss-shay.