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Strona 403 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Strona 60 - Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow.
Strona 60 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Strona 60 - Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke ; but farewell compliment ! Dost love me ? I know, thou wilt say — Ay ; And I will take thy word : yet, if thou swear'st Thou mayst prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Strona 546 - Has he been made by poverty a moving image — a plough-grinding, corn-thrashing instrument ? Have not unutterable thoughts sometimes stirred within his brain — thoughts that elevated yet confused him with a sense of eternal beauty,— coming upon him like the spiritual presences to the shepherds? Has he not been beset by the inward and mysterious yearning of the heart towards the unknown and the unseen ? He has been a ploughman. In the eye of the well-to-do, dignified with the accomplishments...
Strona 326 - ... determined to seek his own fireside ; but the gander having disturbed the current of his thoughts, sent him— and here a metaphysician might tell us the why and the wherefore — to the public-house. The " Red Mug," be it known, was the principal hostelry of Hole-cum-Corner.
Strona 545 - I,et the plain truth be said— the governor was a cobbler. Within a stone's cast of the workhouse was a little white gate, swung between two hedgebanks in the road to Chertsey. Here, pass when you would, stood an old man, whose self-imposed office it was to open the gate ; for the which service the passenger would drop some small benevolence in the withered hand of the aged peasant. This man was a pauper — one of the almsmen of the village workhouse. There was a...
Strona 402 - Joseph," said the father, with something like tears in his eyes, " Joseph, Heaven knows how soon I may be taken from you, and therefore I cannot too frequently check your preposterous extravagance. Truth, Joseph, truth is like gold ; a really wise man makes a little of it go a great way." To our mind, nothing can be finer, nothing more profound than this axiom. Truth is like gold ; for how often does a reckless use of it bring its utterer to beggary ! Let the fate of our hero be taken as an example....
Strona 512 - But, madam, — surely you have something more to say respecting the conduct of Mr. Pigeon ? " asked his spouse. " My love," replied the elderly lady, " I might say a great deal ; but when you have lived in the world as long as I have, you will know what a thankless task it is to convince people of their unhappiness. Now, my dear, it is enough that you and I know the wickedness of th