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39 페이지 - Macbeth does murder sleep;' the innocent sleep : Sleep, that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course ; Chief nourisher in life's feast.
286 페이지 - If his children were wild, as children will prove, His temper ne'er lost its warm aspect of love ; " My dear wife," he'd say, "don't worry nor fret; 'Twill all be right with the wayward ones yet ; 'Tis the folly of youth, that must have its way ; They'll penitent turn from their evil some day." If a name were assailed, he would cheerily say, "Well, well ; we'll not join in the cry, any way; There are always two sides to every tale — And the true one at last is sure to prevail. There is an old rule...
1 페이지 - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o...
155 페이지 - What a label it is upon the character of Boston ! " said Mrs. Partington, as she read a speech on the liquor bill that reflected on Boston. " There is no place where benevolence is so aperient as here. For my part, I don't know where so much is done for the suffering : and anybody can see it that can read ; for how often we see
286 페이지 - For what pleases God always satisfies me." If trouble assailed, his brow was ne'er dark, And his eye never lost its happiest spark. '"Twill not better fix it to gloom or to sigh, To make the best of it I always shall try! So, Care, do your worst," said Reuben with glee, " And which of us conquers, we shall see, we shall see.
164 페이지 - I believe the cranberries is for erisipilis, and whether either of 'em is a rostrum for the gout or not, I really don't know. If it was a fraction of the arm, I could jest know what to subscribe." We looked into her eye with a determination to say something severely bitter, because we felt allopathic just then; but the kind and sympathizing look that met our own disarmed severity, and sinking into a seat with our coveted Bacon, we thanked her. It was very evident, all the while, that she, or they,...
168 페이지 - I've always noticed that every year added to a man's life is apt to make him older, just as a man who goes a journey finds, as he jogs on, that every mile he goes brings him nearer where he is going, and farther from where he started. I am not so young as I was once, and I don't believe I shall ever be, if I live to the age of Samson, which, heaven knows as well as I do, I don't want to, for I wouldn't be a centurian or an octagon, and survive my factories, and become idiomatic, by any means. But...
287 페이지 - If friends waxed cold, he'd say with a smile — ' ' Well, if they must go, Heaven bless them the while ; We walked a sweet path till the crossing ways met, And though we have parted, I'll cherish them yet ; They'll go by their way and 1 11 go by mine Perhaps in the city ahead we shall join.
168 페이지 - Day, dropping her voice to the key that people adopt when they are disposed to be philosophical or moral ; "I've always noticed that every year added to a man's life is apt to make him older, just as a man who goes a journey finds, as he jogs on, that every mile he goes brings him nearer where he is going, and farther from where he started. I am not so young as I was once, and I don't believe I shall ever...
163 페이지 - How limpid you walk !" said a voice behind us, as we were making a hundred and fifty horse-power effort to reach a table whereon reposed a volume of Bacon. "What is the cause of your lameness ?" It was Mrs. Partington's voice that spoke, and Mrs. Partington's eyes that met the glance we returned over our left shoulder. "Gout," said we, briefly, almost surlily. "Dear me," said she; "you are highly flavored!