The Autocrat of the breakfast tableHoughton, Mifflin, 1858 - 373 pages |
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Page 77
... The household with its noise , - And wrote my dream , when morning broke To please the gray - haired boys IV . I AM SO well pleased with my boarding THE AUTOCRAT OF THE BREAKFAST - TABLE . 77 While the swift seasons hurry back ...
... The household with its noise , - And wrote my dream , when morning broke To please the gray - haired boys IV . I AM SO well pleased with my boarding THE AUTOCRAT OF THE BREAKFAST - TABLE . 77 While the swift seasons hurry back ...
Page 82
... dreams . How do I account for it ? -Why , there are several ways that I can mention , and you may take your choice . The first is that which the young lady hinted at ; -that these flashes are sudden recollec- tions of a previous ...
... dreams . How do I account for it ? -Why , there are several ways that I can mention , and you may take your choice . The first is that which the young lady hinted at ; -that these flashes are sudden recollec- tions of a previous ...
Page 85
... dreaming . I can hardly describe the strange thoughts and emotions that come to me as I inhale the aroma of its pale , dry , rustling flowers . A something it has of sepul chral spicery , as if it had been brought from the core of some ...
... dreaming . I can hardly describe the strange thoughts and emotions that come to me as I inhale the aroma of its pale , dry , rustling flowers . A something it has of sepul chral spicery , as if it had been brought from the core of some ...
Page 87
... dream of heaven in their sorrow , they grew fragrant as the breath of angels . The odorous echo of a score of dead summers lingers yet in those dim recesses . -Do I remember Byron's line about " striking the electric chain " ? — To be ...
... dream of heaven in their sorrow , they grew fragrant as the breath of angels . The odorous echo of a score of dead summers lingers yet in those dim recesses . -Do I remember Byron's line about " striking the electric chain " ? — To be ...
Page 94
... dreams of colleges and convents and boarding - schools , -if every human feel- ing that sighs , or smiles , or curses , or shrieks , or groans , should bring all their innumerabie images , such as come with every hurried heart - beat ...
... dreams of colleges and convents and boarding - schools , -if every human feel- ing that sighs , or smiles , or curses , or shrieks , or groans , should bring all their innumerabie images , such as come with every hurried heart - beat ...
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Page 289 - Now in building of chaises, I tell you what, There is always somewhere a weakest spot, In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill, In panel, or crossbar, or floor , or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace, — lurking 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...
Page 290 - That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke,^ That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees, The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's ellum...
Page 104 - 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...
Page 292 - What do you think the parson found, When he got up and stared around? The poor old chaise in a heap or mound, As if it had been to the mill and ground! You...
Page 289 - 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.
Page 99 - I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, — but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
Page 104 - THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS.* 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.
Page 305 - 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 194 - The smooth, soft air with pulse-like waves Flows murmuring through its hidden caves, Whose streams of brightening purple rush, Fired with a new and livelier blush, While all their burden of decay The ebbing current steals away, And red with Nature's flame they start From the warm fountains of the heart.
Page 104 - And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell...