An Autobiography: My Schools and Schoolmasters; Or, The Story of My Education

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Gould and Lincoln, 1855 - 537 sidor

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Sida 344 - I HAVE observed, that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor, with other particulars of the like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.
Sida 210 - Alternate triumphed in his breast; His bliss and woe — a smile, a tear; Oblivion hides the rest. The bounding pulse, the languid limb, The changing spirit's rise and fall; We know that these were felt by him, For these are felt by all.
Sida i - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Sida 395 - We have not been drawn and trussed, in order that we may be filled, like stuffed birds in a museum, with chaff and ra'gs and paltry blurred shreds of paper about the rights of man.
Sida 165 - Others apart sat on a hill retired, In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will, and Fate— Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute — And found no end, in wandering mazes lost.
Sida 327 - I were ever so little out of the room, and all ascribed to the chapel ghost, which they said ever haunted those not regularly admitted, that, notwithstanding the master's protection, I found myself obliged to comply and pay the money, convinced of the folly of being on ill terms with those one is to live with continually.
Sida 398 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Sida 220 - I replied ; ;' I don't think we'll need the other one before Saturday night." A roar of laughter from every corner of the barrack precluded reply ; and in the laughter, after an embarrassed pause, the poor man had the good sense to join. And during the rest of the season I baked as often and as much as I pleased. It is, I believe, Goldsmith who remarks, that " wit generally succeeds more from being happily addressed, than from its native poignancy...
Sida 24 - ... mother, telling what I ha'd seen ; and the house-girl whom she next sent to shut the door, apparently affected by my terror, also returned frightened, and said that she too had seen the woman's hand ; which, however, did not seem to be the case. And finally, my mother going to the door, saw nothing, though she appeared much impressed by the extremeness of my terror and the minuteness of my description. I communicate the story, as it lies fixed in my memory, without attempting to explain it. The...
Sida 37 - At Wallace' name, what Scottish blood But boils up in a spring-tide flood ! Oft have our fearless fathers strode By Wallace' side, Still pressing onward, red-wat shod, Or glorious died.

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