The Autocrat of the Breakfast-tableW. Paterson, 1858 - 279 pages |
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... stand Whose window hath the broadest light , — When preachers tell us all they think , And party leaders all they mean , — When what we pay for , that we drink , From real grape and coffee - bean , — When lawyers take what they would ...
... stand Whose window hath the broadest light , — When preachers tell us all they think , And party leaders all they mean , — When what we pay for , that we drink , From real grape and coffee - bean , — When lawyers take what they would ...
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... stands with his shaft on the string , He stoops from his toil to the garland we bring . What pictures yet slumber unborn in his loom Till their warriors shall breathe and their beauties shall bloom , While the tapestry lengthens the ...
... stands with his shaft on the string , He stoops from his toil to the garland we bring . What pictures yet slumber unborn in his loom Till their warriors shall breathe and their beauties shall bloom , While the tapestry lengthens the ...
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... stand by the rudder that governs the bark , Nor ask how we look from the shore ! -Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked . Good mental machinery ought to break its own wheels and levers , if anything is thrust among ...
... stand by the rudder that governs the bark , Nor ask how we look from the shore ! -Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked . Good mental machinery ought to break its own wheels and levers , if anything is thrust among ...
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... stands for speech . ' Tis like the harper's prelude on the strings , The prima donna's courtesy ere she sings ; — Prologues in metre are to other pros As worsted stockings are to engine - hose . " The world's a stage , " - as Shakspeare ...
... stands for speech . ' Tis like the harper's prelude on the strings , The prima donna's courtesy ere she sings ; — Prologues in metre are to other pros As worsted stockings are to engine - hose . " The world's a stage , " - as Shakspeare ...
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... standing . The following is an uncorrected French exercise , written by this young gentleman . His mother thinks it very creditable to his abilities ; though , being unacquainted with the French lan- guage , her judgment cannot be ...
... standing . The following is an uncorrected French exercise , written by this young gentleman . His mother thinks it very creditable to his abilities ; though , being unacquainted with the French lan- guage , her judgment cannot be ...
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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.