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Page 127 - MY Father was a scholar and knew Greek. When I was five years old, I asked him once " What do you read about ? " " The siege of Troy." " What is a siege, and what is Troy ? " Whereat He piled up chairs and tables for a town, Set me a-top for Priam, called our cat — Helen, enticed away from home (he said) By wicked Paris, who couched somewhere close Under the footstool, being cowardly, But whom — since she was worth the pains, poor puss...
Page 63 - I came from India as a child, and our ship touched at an island on the way home, where my black servant took me a long walk over rocks and hills until we reached a garden, where we saw a man walking. " That is he," said the black man : " that is Bonaparte ! He eats three sheep every day, and.
Page 1 - I last night supped in Mr Walter Scott's. He has the most extraordinary genius of a boy I ever saw. He was reading a poem to his mother when I went in. I made him read on : it was the description of a shipwreck. His passion rose with the storm. He lifted his eyes and hands. 'There's the mast gone,' says he; 'crash it goes ! — they will all perish ! ' After his agitation, he turns to me. 'That is too melancholy,' says he; 'I had better read you something more amusing.
Page 1 - Adam, just new come into the world, should know everything — that must be the poet's fancy,' says he. But when he was told he was created perfect by God, he instantly yielded. When taken to bed last night, he told his aunt he liked that lady. ' What lady? ' says she. ' Why, Mrs. Cockburn ; for I think she is a virtuoso like myself,' ' Dear Walter,' says Aunt Jenny,
Page 24 - Far in the bosom of the deep, O'er these wild shelves my watch I keep; A ruddy gem of changeful light, Bound on the dusky brow of night, The seaman bids my lustre hail, And scorns to strike his timorous. sail.
Page 1 - I ever saw. He was reading a poem to his mother when I went in. I made him read on — it was the description of a shipwreck. His passion rose with the storm. He lifted his eyes and hands, ' There's the mast gone,' says he ; ' crash it goes ! they will all perish ! ' After his agitation he turns to me, ' That is too melancholy,' says he, ' I had better read you something more amusing.
Page 87 - Come wealth or want, come good or ill, Let young and old accept their part, And bow before the Awful Will, And bear it with an honest heart, Who misses or who wins the prize. — Go, lose or conquer as you can ; But if you fail, or if you rise, Be each, pray God, a gentleman.
Page 294 - I will not kill nor hurt any living creature needlessly, nor destroy any beautiful thing, but will strive to save and comfort all gentle life, and guard and perfect all natural beauty, upon the earth.
Page 268 - ... a real, honest, old-fashioned boarding-school, where a reasonable quantity of accomplishments were sold at a reasonable price, and where girls might be sent to be out of the way, and scramble themselves into a little education, without any danger of coming back prodigies.
Page 160 - O brave poets, keep back nothing, Nor mix falsehood with the whole ; Look up Godward ; speak the truth in Worthy song from earnest soul : Hold, in high poetic duty, Truest Truth the fairest Beauty ! Pan, Pan is dead.