The Caxtons: A Family PictureG. Routledge, 1854 - 347 стор. |
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Сторінка 80 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies, They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay, So flourish these, when those are past away.
Сторінка 140 - He had, to a morbid excess, that desire to rise which is vulgarly called ambition, but no wish for the esteem or the love of his species; only the hard wish to succeed— not shine, not serve— succeed, that he might have the right to despise a world which galled his self-conceit.
Сторінка 159 - There, amidst all that great whirl and sturmbad (storm-bath), as the Germans say, of kingdoms and empires, and races and ages, how your mind enlarges beyond that little feverish animosity to John Styles...
Сторінка 17 - Such was the exordium of this famous treatise. "For instance, take the monosyllable CAT. What a brazen forehead you must have when you say to an infant, c, A, T, — spell CAT: that is, three sounds, forming a totally opposite compound, — opposite in every detail, opposite in the whole, — compose a poor little monosyllable which, if you would but say the simple truth, the child will learn to spell merely by looking at it ! How can three sounds, which run thus to the ear...
Сторінка 11 - My father stopped at a nursery gardener's, and, after looking over the flowers, paused before a large double geranium. "Ah, this is finer than that which your mamma was so fond of. What is the cost, sir ? " "Only 7s. 6d.," said the gardener. My father buttoned up his pocket. "I can't afford it to-day," said he, gently, and we walked out.
Сторінка 162 - Well, sir," said Roland, seating himself, "has the prescription done you any good?" "Yes, uncle — great." " And me too. By Jupiter, Sisty, that same Hall was a fine fellow! I wonder if the medicine has gone through the same channels in both? Tell me, first, how it has affected you.
Сторінка 323 - We are here among the vast and noble scenes of nature ; we are there among the pitiful shifts of policy: we walk here in the light and open ways of the divine bounty; we grope there in the dark and confused labyrinths of human malice: our senses are here feasted with the clear and genuine taste of their objects ; which are all sophisticated there, and for the most part overwhelmed with their contraries.
Сторінка 10 - ... that I loved my father, and knew that he loved me ; from that time, too, he began to converse with me. He would no longer, if he met me in the garden, pass by with a smile and nod ; he would stop, put his book in his pocket, and though his talk was often above my comprehension, still somehow I felt happier and better, and less of an infant, when I thought over it, and tried to puzzle out the meaning ; for he had a way of suggesting, not teaching, — putting things into my head, and then leaving...
Сторінка 22 - His trousers, matutinally, were of the colour vulgarly called "blotting-paper;" and he never wore boots, which, he said, unfitted a man for exercise, but short drab gaiters and square-toed shoes. His watchchain was garnished with a vast number of seals : each seal, indeed, represented the device of some defunct company, and they might be said to resemble the scalps of the slain, worn by the aboriginal Iroquois — concerning whom, indeed, he had once entertained philanthropic designs, compounded...
Сторінка 16 - I had been at school, my love for study had returned ; but it was a vigorous, wakeful, undreamy love, stimulated by competition, and animated by the practical desire to excel. My father no longer sought to curb my intellectual aspirings. He had too great a reverence for scholarship not to wish me to become a scholar if possible ; though he more than once said to me somewhat sadly, " Master books, but do not let them master you. Read to live, not live to read.