The Autobiography of William Jerdan: With His Literary, Political and Social Reminiscences and Correspondence During the Last Fifty Years, Volume 2A. Hall, Virtue & Company, 1852 - 444 pages |
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... hour or two in the garden ; if wet , we sat and conversed in the library , of the aspect of which the Vignette ( from a drawing by Mr. Fairholt ) is now , perhaps , the only memorial , as the house has been recently taken down , and the ...
... hour or two in the garden ; if wet , we sat and conversed in the library , of the aspect of which the Vignette ( from a drawing by Mr. Fairholt ) is now , perhaps , the only memorial , as the house has been recently taken down , and the ...
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... hours , and companions of those social enjoyments , the charms of which no words can paint . Although five years in advance , I will conclude this chapter with a personal proof of this great man's regard for so humble an individual as ...
... hours , and companions of those social enjoyments , the charms of which no words can paint . Although five years in advance , I will conclude this chapter with a personal proof of this great man's regard for so humble an individual as ...
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... hour of necessity , the same aptitude for self - delusion , and the same deficiencies of facilities and power to withstand a shock , whether it fall upon them through rash misconduct or blameless accident . There is a bond of union ...
... hour of necessity , the same aptitude for self - delusion , and the same deficiencies of facilities and power to withstand a shock , whether it fall upon them through rash misconduct or blameless accident . There is a bond of union ...
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... hour to solace himself with any production of refined or elevated character , and the moment it appears he becomes a mark for almost general mockery and ridicule . There is a species of infection in the mere association , and the public ...
... hour to solace himself with any production of refined or elevated character , and the moment it appears he becomes a mark for almost general mockery and ridicule . There is a species of infection in the mere association , and the public ...
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... hour or two with her . I have written to her by this post , but I know that sometimes foreign letters are rather tardy in their delivery westward . As far as I can be comfortable , away from my family , I am so , but it is painful the ...
... hour or two with her . I have written to her by this post , but I know that sometimes foreign letters are rather tardy in their delivery westward . As far as I can be comfortable , away from my family , I am so , but it is painful the ...
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Page 323 - MY heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! The Child is father of the Man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 214 - She meditates the eternal depth below; Till half recoiling, down the headlong steep She plunges; soon o'erwhelm'd and swallow'd up In that immense of being. There her hopes Rest at the fated goal. For from the birth Of mortal man, the sovereign Maker said, That not in humble nor in brief delight, Not in the fading echoes of Renown, Power's purple robes, nor Pleasure's flowery lap, The soul should find enjoyment: but from these Turning disdainful to an equal good, Through all the ascent of things...
Page 44 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow, The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Page 51 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 51 - THIS is the place. Stand still, my steed, Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy Past The forms that once have been.
Page 262 - twixt south and south-west side; On either which he would dispute, Confute, change hands, and still confute. He'd undertake to prove, by force Of argument, a man's no horse; He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl, And that a lord may be an owl, A calf an alderman, a goose a justice, And rooks committee-men and trustees.
Page 186 - written strange defeatures" there ; And time, with heaviest hand of all, Like that fierce writing on the wall, Hath stamp'd sad dates — he can't recall ; And error gilding worst designs — Like speckled snake that strays and shines— Betrays his path by crooked lines ; And vice hath left his ugly blot ; And good resolves, a moment hot, Fairly...
Page 43 - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Page 94 - Sure the last end Of the good man is peace ! How calm his exit ! Night-dews fall not more gently to the ground, Nor weary worn-out winds expire so soft.
Page 154 - How calm, how beautiful, comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray Melt off, and leave the land and sea Sleeping in bright tranquillity...