Kathie Brande: A Fireside History of a Quiet Life

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Harper, 1857 - 339 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 16 - I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnawed upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 't were in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep, And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.
Pàgina 294 - In a valiant suffering for others, not in a slothful making others suffer for us, did nobleness ever lie. The chief of men is he who stands in the van of men ; fronting the peril which frightens back all others ; which, if it be not vanquished, will devour the others. Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of thorns.
Pàgina 293 - But our work, — behold that is not abolished, that has not vanished : our work, behold, it remains, or the want of it remains ; — for endless Times and Eternities, remains ; and that is now the sole question with us...
Pàgina 293 - That he cannot work; that he cannot get his destiny as a man fulfilled. Behold, the day is passing swiftly over, our life is passing swiftly over; and the night cometh, wherein no man can work. The night once come, our happiness, our unhappiness, — it is all abolished; vanished, clean gone; a thing that has been: 'not of the slightest consequence...
Pàgina 152 - ... alone. All day he and the two Tiernays were arranging and ordering. When thoroughly tired out, late at night, he would retire to his room and take a frugal supper (Mackworth was no glutton) and sit before the fire musing. One night, towards the middle of the week, he was sitting thus before the fire when the door opened, and some one came in; thinking it was the servant, he did not look round; but, when the supposed servant came up to the fire-place and stood still, he cast his eyes suddenly...
Pàgina 263 - It rang through the house. The servants are all terrified.' He struck a match and lit the lamp. 'I think we may get the fire to burn up again,' he added, throwing some logs upon the embers. 'Good God, my dear chap, how white you are! You look as if you had seen a ghost.
Pàgina 93 - Trollope elsewhere surmises, some of us might find " our shade of brown to be very dark." — The Bertrams, chap. xix. lenses, and lose themselves in the invisible world of human sensations. Deeds which, to quote another popular though less powerful penwoman, our acquaintance designate our follies, may at another tribunal be our virtues — our single redeeming points ; who judges rightly, who can rightly judge, where so many of our efforts are bent to seem other than we are, and the universal conjuring...
Pàgina 19 - I can make no appeal to the sympathies of those who go clad in purple and fine linen, and fare sumptuously every day, save in those two things which 'the great human heart has in common — love and death.
Pàgina 16 - I had a s<|B|f pained sympathy with him too, as the one strong, rei^ful soul among an oppressed and hated race. " Hath not a Jew eyes ? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is...
Pàgina 293 - Happiness, unhappiness : all that was but the wages thou hadst; thou hast spent all that, in sustaining thyself hitherward ; not a coin of it remains with thee, it is all spent, eaten : and now thy work, where is thy work ? Swift, out with it, let us see thy work!

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