Which? Or, Eddies round the rectory, Volume 1

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J. Hogg, 1858
 

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Page 378 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Page 102 - Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low, — an excellent thing in woman.
Page 25 - All common things, each day's events, That with the hour begin and end, Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.
Page 70 - It is the mind that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor ; For some, that hath abundance at his will, Hath not enough, but wants in greatest store And other, that hath little, asks no more, But in that little is both rich and wise ; For wisdom is most riches : fools therefore They are, which fortunes do by vows devise ; Sith each unto himself his life may fortunise.
Page 48 - Frivolous curiosity about trifles, and a laborious attention to little objects, which neither require nor deserve a moment's thought, lower a man ; who from thence is thought (and not unjustly) incapable of greater matters. Cardinal de Retz, very sagaciously, marked out Cardinal Chigi* for a little mind, from the moment that he told him he had wrote three years with the same pen, and that it was an excellent good one still.
Page 354 - When sorrow all our heart would ask, We need not shun our daily task, And hide ourselves for calm ; The herbs we seek to heal our woe Familiar by our pathway grow, Our common air is balm.
Page 260 - From all blindness of heart; from pride, vain-glory, and hypocrisy ; from envy, hatred, and malice, and all uncharitableness, Good Lord, deliver us.
Page 222 - A mind well skilled to find, or forge a fault ; A turn for punning — call it Attic salt ; To JEFFREY go, be silent and discreet, His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet...
Page 312 - OH ! joyously, triumphantly, sweet sounds ! ye swell and float, A breath of hope, of youth, of spring, is pour'd on every note; And yet my full o'erburthen'd heart grows troubled by your power, And ye seem to press the long past years into one little hour.

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