The Autocrat of the Breakfast-table, Τόμος 1Houghton, Mifflin, 1889 - 442 σελίδες |
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Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
The Autocrat of the Breakfast-table: Every Man His Own Boswell Oliver Wendell Holmes Προβολή αποσπασμάτων - 1896 |
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Ahasuerus American elm asphyxia Barnsley beauty beneath Berkshire bombazine brain brown chair cheroot course crown damask roses dandyism dead dear divinity-student doubt dream English elms eyes face fancy feel feet fellah flower Foremark Gambrel gentle green habit half hand HANGMAN STONES head hear heard heart Houyhnhnm human hundred ical kind laugh lips living long path look man's ment mind morning Nature never o'er old age old gentleman opposite once one-hoss-shay pass perhaps poem Poet poor porringer pretty Professor remember rience rose round rowlocks schoolmistress seen smile sometimes song soul speak spring stand story Street suppose sweet talk tell things thought tion Titian told took trees true TURELL velocipedes verses voices wait walk walls waves window woman words young fellow young persons youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 350 - Now in building of chaises, I tell you what, There is always somewhere a weakest spot, — In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill, In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace, — lurking still, Find it somewhere you must and will, — Above or below, or within or without, — And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, That a chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out. But the Deacon swore, (as Deacons do, With an
Σελίδα 351 - T' make that place uz strong uz the rest." So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Where he could find the strongest oak, That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke,— That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest...
Σελίδα 352 - Little of all we value here Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year Without both feeling and looking queer. In fact, there's nothing that keeps its youth, So far as I know, but a tree and truth. This is a moral that runs at large; (Take it.
Σελίδα 350 - Secundus was then alive, — Snuffy old drone from the German hive. That was the year when Lisbon-town Saw the earth open and gulp her down, And Braddock's army was done so brown, Left without a scalp to its crown. It was on the terrible...
Σελίδα 363 - IN candent ire the solar splendor flames; The foles, languescent, pend from arid rames; His humid front the cive, anheling, wipes, And dreams of erring on ventiferous ripes. How dulce to vive occult to mortal eyes, Dorm on the herb with none to supervise, Carp the suave berries from the crescent vine, And bibe the flow from longicaudate kine! To me, alas ! no verdurous visions come, Save yon exiguous pool's conferva-scum, — No concave vast repeats the tender hue That laves my milk-jug...
Σελίδα 371 - Some marrowy crapes of China silk, Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk. I would not have the horse I drive . So fast that folks must stop and stare; An easy gait — two, forty-five — Suits me; I do not care; Perhaps, for just a single spurt, Some seconds less would do no hurt. Of pictures, I should like to own Titians and Raphaels three or four — I love so much their style and tone — One Turner, and no more.
Σελίδα 370 - I care not much for gold or land ; — Give me a mortgage here and there, — Some good bank-stock, some note of hand, Or trifling railroad share, — I only ask that Fortune send A little more than I shall spend. Honors are silly toys, I know, And titles are but empty names ; I would, perhaps, be Plenipo, — But only near St.
Σελίδα 372 - Give grasping pomp its double share, — I ask but one recumbent chair. Thus humble let me live and die, Nor long for Midas' golden touch ; If Heaven more generous gifts deny, I shall not miss them much, — Too grateful for the blessing lent Of simple tastes and mind content ! /ESTIVATION.
Σελίδα 313 - One moves in silence by the stream, With sad, yet watchful eyes, Calm as the patient planet's gleam That walks the clouded skies. Along its front no sabres shine, No blood-red pennons wave ; Its banner bears the single line,
Σελίδα 241 - Call him not old, whose visionary brain Holds o'er the past its undivided reign. For him in vain the envious seasons roll Who bears eternal summer in his soul.