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Seite 246 - For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are ; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.
Seite 247 - And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book : who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book. kills reason itself; kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Seite 178 - Ah! what avail the largest gifts of Heaven, When drooping health and spirits go amiss ? How tasteless then whatever can be given? Health is the vital principle of bliss, And exercise, of health.
Seite 89 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.
Seite 89 - SOLEMNLY, mournfully, Dealing its dole, The Curfew Bell Is beginning to toll. Cover the embers, And put out the light ; Toil comes with the morning. And rest with the night. Dark grow the windows, And quenched is the fire ; Sound fades into silence, — All footsteps retire. No voice in the chambers, No sound in the hall ! Sleep and oblivion Reign over all ! II.
Seite 88 - I HAVE read, in some old marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead.
Seite 126 - And the vitriol madness flushes up in the ruffian's head, Till the filthy by-lane rings to the yell of the trampled wife, And chalk and alum and plaster are sold to the poor for bread...
Seite 100 - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Seite 37 - At last it was suggested that a carriage was much wanted in the establishment ; after diligent search, I discovered in the back settlements of a York coachmaker an ancient green chariot, supposed to have been the earliest invention of the kind. I brought it home in triumph to my admiring family. Being somewhat dilapidated, the village tailor lined it, the village blacksmith repaired it ; nay, (but for Mrs. Sydney's earnest entreaties...