LaconicsHolmes Book Company, 1912 - 302 pages |
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... dust of ages . Diamonds from the drift of ages . Appendix . " Doctor , I suffer with headache after a hearty dinner . " " Clear case of appendicitis , Madam : I will call in the surgeon " - ( his silent partner ) . The author recently ...
... dust of ages . Diamonds from the drift of ages . Appendix . " Doctor , I suffer with headache after a hearty dinner . " " Clear case of appendicitis , Madam : I will call in the surgeon " - ( his silent partner ) . The author recently ...
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... " The sweetest harp of heaven Were hateful if it played the self same tune Forever . - Change . Dust of the desert are thy walls And temple towers , O Babylon ! O'er crumbled halls the lizard crawls , And serpents bask 30 LACONICS.
... " The sweetest harp of heaven Were hateful if it played the self same tune Forever . - Change . Dust of the desert are thy walls And temple towers , O Babylon ! O'er crumbled halls the lizard crawls , And serpents bask 30 LACONICS.
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... Dust of the desert are thy walls And temple - towers , O Babylon ; O'er crumbled halls the lizard crawls And serpents bask in blaze of sun . -Fame . Desire . That which is manifestly beyond our reach is beyond our desire . Man often ...
... Dust of the desert are thy walls And temple - towers , O Babylon ; O'er crumbled halls the lizard crawls And serpents bask in blaze of sun . -Fame . Desire . That which is manifestly beyond our reach is beyond our desire . Man often ...
Page 53
... dust of diamonds in his brain . Truth sparkles in his song and like a diamond gleams . -Poetry . He polishes a pebble and imagines it a diamond . Diamonds are only stones ; ' tis the glitter we prize . When I see a feller's name ...
... dust of diamonds in his brain . Truth sparkles in his song and like a diamond gleams . -Poetry . He polishes a pebble and imagines it a diamond . Diamonds are only stones ; ' tis the glitter we prize . When I see a feller's name ...
Page 90
... Dust to Dust : What is gained when all is lost ? What have you gained if you strive and struggle all your life to gain a fortune for prodigals to squander ? Gambler . A gambler is a pickpocket ; in the end he picks his own . Garment ...
... Dust to Dust : What is gained when all is lost ? What have you gained if you strive and struggle all your life to gain a fortune for prodigals to squander ? Gambler . A gambler is a pickpocket ; in the end he picks his own . Garment ...
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Page 203 - Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? there is more hope of a fool than of him.
Page 34 - Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there: And 'twill be found upon examination, The latter has the largest congregation.
Page 22 - Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing in't.
Page 115 - Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
Page 100 - To render happy : all who joy would win Must share it, — Happiness was born a twin.
Page 258 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Page 244 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 119 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Page 175 - tis public folly feeds. The slaves of custom and establish'd mode, With packhorse constancy we keep the road, Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny dells, True to the jingling of our leader's bells. To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think...
Page 137 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.