An Autobiography: My Schools and Schoolmasters; Or, The Story of My EducationGould and Lincoln, 1855 - 537 Seiten |
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... mind . - The last eagle of Cromarty Hill . - The ancient records of geology confirmed by the present extinction of animal species on the globe . - Resolve to seek my fortune among the stone - cutters of Edinburgh . - Scenery of the ...
... mind . - The last eagle of Cromarty Hill . - The ancient records of geology confirmed by the present extinction of animal species on the globe . - Resolve to seek my fortune among the stone - cutters of Edinburgh . - Scenery of the ...
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... mind . - The ministers of Cromarty . - Meeting with Mr. Stewart , - -our subsequent intimacy . - His manner of preaching .... 378 CHAPTER XIX . Set out to seek employment at Inverness . - Interview with the parish minister.- The sort of ...
... mind . - The ministers of Cromarty . - Meeting with Mr. Stewart , - -our subsequent intimacy . - His manner of preaching .... 378 CHAPTER XIX . Set out to seek employment at Inverness . - Interview with the parish minister.- The sort of ...
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... mind , but being less worn out than any of us , he thought it best to remain in charge of the wreck . ' " " Such , in effect , was the narrative of Jack Grant the mate . The master , as I have said , had well nigh to commence the world ...
... mind , but being less worn out than any of us , he thought it best to remain in charge of the wreck . ' " " Such , in effect , was the narrative of Jack Grant the mate . The master , as I have said , had well nigh to commence the world ...
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... mind awoke to the meaning of the most delightful of all narratives , —the story of Joseph . Was there ever such a discovery made be- fore ! I actually found out for myself , that the art of reading is the art of finding stories in books ...
... mind awoke to the meaning of the most delightful of all narratives , —the story of Joseph . Was there ever such a discovery made be- fore ! I actually found out for myself , that the art of reading is the art of finding stories in books ...
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... mind became so filled with conceptions of what was to be seen and done in foreign parts , that I wished myself big enough to be a sailor , that I might go and see coral islands and burning mountains , and hunt wild beasts and fight ...
... mind became so filled with conceptions of what was to be seen and done in foreign parts , that I wished myself big enough to be a sailor , that I might go and see coral islands and burning mountains , and hunt wild beasts and fight ...
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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.