An Autobiography: My Schools and Schoolmasters; Or, The Story of My EducationGould and Lincoln, 1855 - 537 Seiten |
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... head to be laid in a certain direction . Luckily for him , the advice was taken by the young gentlemen , and in a few minutes the sail was furled . He left his ship one fine morning , attired in his best , and hav- ing on his head a ...
... head to be laid in a certain direction . Luckily for him , the advice was taken by the young gentlemen , and in a few minutes the sail was furled . He left his ship one fine morning , attired in his best , and hav- ing on his head a ...
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... head was glistening with new - formed ice , and one of the sailors , when engaged in casting over a haulser which he had just loosed , missed footing on the treacherous margin , and fell into the sea . The master knew his man could not ...
... head was glistening with new - formed ice , and one of the sailors , when engaged in casting over a haulser which he had just loosed , missed footing on the treacherous margin , and fell into the sea . The master knew his man could not ...
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... Head and the dreaded Buchan Ness , succeeded in making good his voyage south . Next morning , the wind - bound vessels were crowding the harbor of refuge as before , and only his sloop was missing . The first war of the French ...
... Head and the dreaded Buchan Ness , succeeded in making good his voyage south . Next morning , the wind - bound vessels were crowding the harbor of refuge as before , and only his sloop was missing . The first war of the French ...
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... head on the out- look beside the foresail horse ; the night had grown pitch dark and the lamp in the binnacle threw just light enough through the gray of the shower to show me the master at the helm . He looked more anxious , I thought ...
... head on the out- look beside the foresail horse ; the night had grown pitch dark and the lamp in the binnacle threw just light enough through the gray of the shower to show me the master at the helm . He looked more anxious , I thought ...
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... head , mistress , when a heavy sea struck us on the starboard quarter , almost throw- ing us on our beam - ends . I could hear the rushing of the coals below , as they settled on the larboard side ; and though the master set us full ...
... head , mistress , when a heavy sea struck us on the starboard quarter , almost throw- ing us on our beam - ends . I could hear the rushing of the coals below , as they settled on the larboard side ; and though the master set us full ...
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Seite 344 - I HAVE observed, that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor, with other particulars of the like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.
Seite 210 - Alternate triumphed in his breast; His bliss and woe — a smile, a tear; Oblivion hides the rest. The bounding pulse, the languid limb, The changing spirit's rise and fall; We know that these were felt by him, For these are felt by all.
Seite i - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Seite 395 - We have not been drawn and trussed, in order that we may be filled, like stuffed birds in a museum, with chaff and ra'gs and paltry blurred shreds of paper about the rights of man.
Seite 165 - Others apart sat on a hill retired, In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will, and Fate— Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute — And found no end, in wandering mazes lost.
Seite 327 - I were ever so little out of the room, and all ascribed to the chapel ghost, which they said ever haunted those not regularly admitted, that, notwithstanding the master's protection, I found myself obliged to comply and pay the money, convinced of the folly of being on ill terms with those one is to live with continually.
Seite 398 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Seite 220 - I replied ; ;' I don't think we'll need the other one before Saturday night." A roar of laughter from every corner of the barrack precluded reply ; and in the laughter, after an embarrassed pause, the poor man had the good sense to join. And during the rest of the season I baked as often and as much as I pleased. It is, I believe, Goldsmith who remarks, that " wit generally succeeds more from being happily addressed, than from its native poignancy...
Seite 24 - ... mother, telling what I ha'd seen ; and the house-girl whom she next sent to shut the door, apparently affected by my terror, also returned frightened, and said that she too had seen the woman's hand ; which, however, did not seem to be the case. And finally, my mother going to the door, saw nothing, though she appeared much impressed by the extremeness of my terror and the minuteness of my description. I communicate the story, as it lies fixed in my memory, without attempting to explain it. The...
Seite 37 - At Wallace' name, what Scottish blood But boils up in a spring-tide flood ! Oft have our fearless fathers strode By Wallace' side, Still pressing onward, red-wat shod, Or glorious died.