Two Years Ago, Volumes 1-2B. Tauchnitz, 1857 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 276 - And further, by these, my son, be admonished : of making many books there is no end ; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
Pagina 138 - How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear Charmer away!
Pagina 321 - ... that there were more things in heaven and earth than were dreamed of in his philosophy.
Pagina 325 - BLESSED is he whose unrighteousness is forgiven : and whose sin is covered. Blessed is the man unto whom the LORD imputeth no sin : and in whose spirit there is no guile.
Pagina 325 - When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long. For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer.
Pagina 326 - I hate to see her stockings down at heel ; I hate to see anything wasted, anything awry, anything going wrong ; I hate to see water-power wasted, manure wasted, land wasted, muscle wasted, pluck wasted, brains wasted ; I hate neglect, incapacity, idleness, ignorance, and all the disease and misery which spring out of that. There's my devil ; and I can't help it, for the life of me, going right at his throat, wheresoever I meet him...
Pagina 169 - God dwells no more in books written with pens than in temples made with hands ; and the sacrifice which pleases Him is not verse, but righteousness. Do you recollect, Queen Whims, what I wrote once in your album...
Pagina 264 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Pagina 313 - And all on the chance of this cholera coming, which I have no faith in, nor in this new-fangled sanitary reform neither, which is all a dodge for a lot of young Government puppies to fill their pockets, and rule and ride over us: and my opinion always was with the Bible, that 'tis jidgment, Sir, a jidgment of God, and we can't escape His holy will, and that's the plain truth of it.