The Bank Parlour, Or, Experiences in the Life of a Late BankerJames Blackwood, 1861 - 366 sidor |
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The Bank Parlour, Or, Experiences in the Life of a Late Banker A. B. Blackie Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1861 |
The Bank Parlour, Or, Experiences in the Life of a Late Banker A. B. Blackie Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1861 |
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Sida 93 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Sida 86 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Sida 224 - The devil was sick, the devil a monk would be ; The devil was well, the devil a monk was he.
Sida 259 - Than the soft myrtle : but man, proud man, Dress'd in a little brief authority, — Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, — like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Sida 215 - Lay their bulwarks on the brine ; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime. As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene, And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!
Sida 197 - Thou wear a lion's hide ? Doff it, for shame, and hang A calf-skin on those recreant limbs.
Sida 96 - And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.