The Tatler: a once-a-week journal, Volum 11883 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 273 - But och ! it hardens a* within, And petrifies the feeling ! To catch dame Fortune's golden smile, Assiduous wait upon her ; And gather gear by every wile That's justified by honour ; Not for to hide it in a hedge, Nor for a train attendant ; But for the glorious privilege Of being independent.
Pàgina 258 - OH, when I was a tiny boy, My days and nights were full of joy, My mates were blithe and kind ! — No wonder that I sometimes sigh, And dash the teardrop from my eye, To cast a look behind ! A hoop was an eternal round Of pleasure.
Pàgina 276 - But you're not to stand so, with your hands in your pockets. Take your hands from your pockets, Roger — and from your head, you blockhead you. See how Diggory carries his hands. They're a little too stiff, indeed, but that's no great matter.
Pàgina 24 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Pàgina 258 - Twas paper'd o'er with studious themes, The tasks I wrote — my present dreams Will never soar so high ! My joys are wingless all and dead ; My dumps are made of more than lead ; My flights soon find a fall ; My fears prevail, my fancies droop, Joy never cometh with a hoop, And seldom with a call ! My...
Pàgina 128 - Then, ecod, your worship must not tell the story of Ould Grouse in the gun-room : I can't help laughing at that — he ! he ! he ! — for the soul of me ! We have laughed at that these twenty years — ha ! ha ! ha ! Hard.
Pàgina 276 - You must not be so talkative, Diggory. You must be all attention to the guests. You must hear us talk, and not think of talking ; you must see us drink and not think of drinking ; you must see us eat and not think of eating. Diggory.
Pàgina 24 - Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
Pàgina 292 - Thro' four sweet years arose and fell, From flower to flower, from snow to snow: And we with singing cheer'd the way, And, crown'd with all the season lent, From April on to April went, And glad at heart from May to May: But where the path we...
Pàgina 254 - Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.