Dawnings of genius; or, The early lives of some eminent persons of the last century

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C. Knight, 1841 - 258 стор.
 

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Сторінка 94 - And he spake of trees, from the cedar tree that is in Lebanon even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall: he spake also of beasts, and of fowl, and of creeping things, and of fishes.
Сторінка 130 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Сторінка 194 - The eye that mocketh at his father, and despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it.
Сторінка 154 - Bacon says, ( In this theatre of man's life, God and angels only should be lookers-on; that contemplation and action ought ever to be united, a conjunction like unto that of the two highest planets, Saturn the planet of rest, and Jupiter the planet of action.
Сторінка 130 - ... touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none. The wall on which we tried our graving skill, The very name we carved subsisting still; The bench on which we sat while deep employed, Though mangled, hack'd, and hew'd, not yet destroyed; The little ones, unbuttoned, glowing hot, Playing our games and on the very spot; As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw...
Сторінка 50 - One day as he mixed with the herd of lads at the public-house, to see the exhibitions of a conjurer, the magician, having worked many wonders, changed a white ball to black, exclaiming — " Quique olim albus erat nunc est contrarius albo — and I suppose none of you can tell me what that means.
Сторінка 76 - PETITION. Ah dear papa ! did you but know The trouble of your Jane, ' I'm sure you would relieve me now. And ease me of my pain. Although your garden is but small, And more indeed you crave, There's one small bit, not used at all, And this I wish to have. A pretty garden I would make, That you would like, I know ; Then pray papa, for pity's sake, This bit of ground bestow.
Сторінка 130 - That, viewing it, we seem almost to obtain Our innocent sweet simple years again. This fond attachment to the well-known place, Whence first we started into life's long race, Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e'en in age, and at our latest day.
Сторінка 13 - ... their babies. The tulips, thus favoured by a race of genii, retained their beauty much longer than any other flowers in the garden ; whilst, though contrary to their nature, as the pixies breathed over them, they became as fragrant as roses ; and so delighted at all this was the old woman who possessed the garden, that she never suffered a single tulip to be plucked from its stem. At length, however, she died ; and the heir who succeeded her destroyed the enchanted flowers, and converted the...
Сторінка 23 - Mr. Tonkin's garret, which had now become the" scene of his chemical operations ; and, upon more than one occasion, it is said that he produced an explosion which put the Doctor, and all his glass bottles, in jeopardy. " This boy Humphry is incorrigible !" — " Was there ever so idle a dog !" — " He will blow us all into the air !" Such were the constant exclamations of Mr.

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