Thoughts in my garden, ed. by E. Yates, with notes by the ed. and mrs. M. Collins, Band 1 |
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... girl fell in love with her . [ So the legend ; but St. Paul , quoting that very Epimenides in his letter to Titus , says : — Κρῆτες ἀεί ψεύσται . ] Is it a reverse process to this which the ladies of the Sorosis contemplate ? Can men of ...
... girl fell in love with her . [ So the legend ; but St. Paul , quoting that very Epimenides in his letter to Titus , says : — Κρῆτες ἀεί ψεύσται . ] Is it a reverse process to this which the ladies of the Sorosis contemplate ? Can men of ...
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... girls into the arms of men whom they know to be hideously impure - but who have the proper number of thousands a year . The fiery verse of Juvenal , the indignant prose of Swift , would not influence such people as these . If the beauty ...
... girls into the arms of men whom they know to be hideously impure - but who have the proper number of thousands a year . The fiery verse of Juvenal , the indignant prose of Swift , would not influence such people as these . If the beauty ...
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... girl at the chess - board , and envied her opponent . The two great divisions of players are those who treat chess as a science , and those who treat it as a game . I do not mean to say there is any hard and fast line between them there ...
... girl at the chess - board , and envied her opponent . The two great divisions of players are those who treat chess as a science , and those who treat it as a game . I do not mean to say there is any hard and fast line between them there ...
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... , which never reach perfection . The truth is that girls were designed by Providence to be wives and mothers , and that these imperfect capacities of theirs were meant to be useful to their husbands Thoughts in my Garden . 95.
... , which never reach perfection . The truth is that girls were designed by Providence to be wives and mothers , and that these imperfect capacities of theirs were meant to be useful to their husbands Thoughts in my Garden . 95.
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... girl of eighteen who writes lovely poetry will be making nursery rhymes for her son at twenty - eight . The young female mathematician who knows all the dodges of the integral calculus will ten years hence be teaching her boy the ...
... girl of eighteen who writes lovely poetry will be making nursery rhymes for her son at twenty - eight . The young female mathematician who knows all the dodges of the integral calculus will ten years hence be teaching her boy the ...
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Seite 221 - Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why. Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I.
Seite 145 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Seite 221 - O NIGHTINGALE that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love. O, if Jove's will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For...
Seite 71 - I protest that if some great Power would agree to make me always think what is true and do what is right, on condition of being turned into a sort of clock and wound up every morning before I got out of bed, I should instantly close with the offer.
Seite 182 - Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheke, Hated not learning worse than toad or asp, When thou taught'st Cambridge, and King Edward, Greek.
Seite 145 - Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious...
Seite 73 - Flumina amem silvasque inglorius. O ubi campi Spercheosque et virginibus bacchata Lacaenis Taygeta ! o qui me gelidis in vallibus Haemi Sistat, et ingenti ramorum protegat umbra ! Felix, qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas, 490 Subjecit pedibus strepitumque Acherontis avari.
Seite 76 - a swarm in May is worth a load of hay ; a swarm in June is worth a silver spoon ; but a swarm in July is not worth a fly...
Seite 138 - DÉJÀ plus d'une feuille sèche Parsème les gazons jaunis ; Soir et matin, la brise est fraîche, Hélas! les beaux jours sont finis!
Seite 189 - As for us the Ancients, we are content with the bee to pretend to nothing of our own, beyond our wings and our voice; that is to say, our flights and our language. For the rest, whatever we have got, has been by infinite labour and search, and ranging through every corner of nature. The difference is, that instead of dirt and poison, we have rather chose to fill our hives with honey and wax ; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are, sweetness and light.