LaconicsHolmes Book Company, 1912 - 302 pages |
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Page 11
... The earth is but a grain of sand , An atom in a shoreless sea ; -Beyond . A million worlds lie in God's hand , - Yea , myriad millions ! -What are we ? -Fame . Audacity . Audacity often wins where merit fails . Temper LACONICS 11.
... The earth is but a grain of sand , An atom in a shoreless sea ; -Beyond . A million worlds lie in God's hand , - Yea , myriad millions ! -What are we ? -Fame . Audacity . Audacity often wins where merit fails . Temper LACONICS 11.
Page 18
... hand is worth two in the sky . You can tell an old bird by her feathers . He's a bird ; his head is ful o ' feathers . -Bronco Bill . Bitterness - bitter . Weak men chew the cud of bit- terness ; strong men eschew it . Without a taste ...
... hand is worth two in the sky . You can tell an old bird by her feathers . He's a bird ; his head is ful o ' feathers . -Bronco Bill . Bitterness - bitter . Weak men chew the cud of bit- terness ; strong men eschew it . Without a taste ...
Page 35
... hands and knees . The higher he climbs the further he has to fall . The higher he climbs the plainer yer kin see the biggest part uf ' im . - Bronco Bill . Clinch . He clinches his argument with his fist . Cloak . If you would see men ...
... hands and knees . The higher he climbs the further he has to fall . The higher he climbs the plainer yer kin see the biggest part uf ' im . - Bronco Bill . Clinch . He clinches his argument with his fist . Cloak . If you would see men ...
Page 61
... hands to it . On the rock of duty stand steadfast . I slept and dreamed that life was Beauty ; I woke , and found that life is Duty.-E. S. Hooper . " Thank God , I have done my duty . " -Last words of Lord Nelson . The boy that shirks ...
... hands to it . On the rock of duty stand steadfast . I slept and dreamed that life was Beauty ; I woke , and found that life is Duty.-E. S. Hooper . " Thank God , I have done my duty . " -Last words of Lord Nelson . The boy that shirks ...
Page 62
... hand , Yea , myriad millions : what are we ? -Fame . Let us possess the earth before we reach out for the stars . We draw our mother - milk from Mother Earth . The Earth is the mother of us all : We are born from her womb , and sleep in ...
... hand , Yea , myriad millions : what are we ? -Fame . Let us possess the earth before we reach out for the stars . We draw our mother - milk from Mother Earth . The Earth is the mother of us all : We are born from her womb , and sleep in ...
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Popular passages
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.