Samuel Butler, Author of Erewhon (1835-1902): A Memoir, Volum 1

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Macmillan and Company, Limited, 1919
 

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Pàgina 330 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Pàgina 68 - Original Sin standeth not in the following of Adam, (as the Pelagians do vainly talk;) but it is the fault and corruption of the Nature of every man, that naturally is engendered of the offspring of Adam...
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Pàgina 374 - ... For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing befalleth them: as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one breath; so that a man hath no pre-eminence above a beast: for all is vanity. All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again. Who knoweth the spirit of man that goeth upward, and the spirit of the beast that goeth downward to the earth?
Pàgina 432 - Hey, Diddle, Diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed To see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Pàgina 240 - Above all things let no unwary reader do me the injustice of believing in me. In that I write at all I am among the damned. If he must believe in anything, let him believe in the music of Handel, the painting of Giovanni Bellini, and in the thirteenth chapter of St. Paul's First Epistle to the Corinthians.
Pàgina 219 - The Discobolus is put here because he is vulgar, He has neither vest nor pants with which to cover his limbs ; I, Sir, am a person of most respectable connections — My brother-in-law is haberdasher to Mr. Spurgeon.
Pàgina 219 - Stowed away in a Montreal lumber room The Discobolus standeth and turneth his face to the wall; Dusty, cobweb-covered, maimed, and set at naught, Beauty crieth in an attic and no man regardeth: O God! O Montreal!
Pàgina 78 - Yet, after all, it may be questioned whether the intellect is not as well schooled here as at home, though in a very different manner. Men are as shrewd and sensible, as alive to the humorous, and as hard-headed. Moreover, there is much nonsense in the old country from which people here are free. There is little conventionalism, little formality, and much liberality of sentiment ; very little sectarianism, and, as a general rule, a healthy, sensible tone in conversation, which I like much. But it...
Pàgina 213 - ... than that he should starve if the strange food be at his command. His past selves are living in him at this moment with the accumulated life of centuries. 'Do this, this, this, which we too have done, and found our profit in it,' cry the souls of his forefathers within him.

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