Frank Fairlegh: Or, Scenes from the Life of a Private Pupil ...A. Hall, Virtue, & Company, 1850 - 496 стор. A novel containing scenes of university life at Cambridge of a rather trite, facetious character. |
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Frank Fairlegh: Or, Scenes from the Life of a Private Pupil Frank Edward Smedley Повний перегляд - 1866 |
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Сторінка 168 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Сторінка 104 - Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath, brown furze, any thing : The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death.
Сторінка 74 - Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger . To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Сторінка 96 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Сторінка 41 - Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, All human dwellings left behind : We sped, like meteors through the sky...
Сторінка 389 - Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.
Сторінка 320 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
Сторінка 110 - Than music in her sweetest key, Those eyes which unto me did seem More comfortable than the day — Those now by me, as they have been! Shall never more be heard or seen ; But what I once enjoyed in them Shall seem hereafter as a dream. All earthly comforts vanish thus — So little hold of them have we That we from them or they from us May in a moment ravished be; Yet we are neither just nor wise If present mercies we despise, Or mind not how there may be made A thankful use of what we had.
Сторінка 264 - I am sorry you keep such low company, young man." man himself, by all that's comical! This is the way you read for your degree, is it?" Then with a glance towards Lizzie Maurice, he sang " ' My only books Were woman's looks, And folly all they taught me.
Сторінка 22 - ... rapping and clapping and slapping. And curling and whirling and purling and twirling, And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping, And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing ; And so never ending, but always descending, Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar, — And this way the water comes down at Lodore.