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Page 141 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, ev'n from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height — The locks of the approaching storm.
Page 341 - The use of this feigned history hath been to give some shadow of satisfaction to the mind of man in those points wherein the nature of things doth deny it, the world being in proportion inferior to the soul ; by reason whereof there is, agreeable to the spirit of man, a more ample greatness, a more exact goodness, and a more absolute variety, than can be found in the nature of things.
Page 94 - The Sloth, in its wild state, spends its life in trees, and never leaves them but from force or accident. The Eagle to the sky, the Mole to the ground, the Sloth to the tree ; but what is most extraordinary, he lives not upon the branches, but under them. He moves suspended, rests suspended, sleeps suspended, and passes his life in suspense — like a young clergyman distantly related to a bishop.
Page 334 - O cousin, let us be content, in work, To do the thing we can, and not presume To fret because it's little.
Page 339 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Page 95 - Old wheat and beans blazing for twenty miles round ; cart mares shot; sows of Lord Somerville's breed running wild over the country ; the minister of the parish wounded sorely in his hinder parts ; Mrs. Plymley in fits. All these scenes of war an Austrian or a Russian has seen three or four times over ; but it is now three centuries since an English pig has fallen in a fair battle upon English ground, or a farmhouse been rifled, or a clergyman's wife been subjected to any other proposals of love...
Page 73 - I find traces of him in every particular of Chapter affairs ; and on every occasion where his hand appears, I find stronger reason for respecting his sound judgment, knowledge of business, and activity of mind ; above all, the perfect fidelity of his stewardship.
Page 77 - Let every man be occupied, and occupied in the highest employment of which his nature is capable, and die with the consciousness that he has done his best!
Page 70 - Good girl ! now you may go.' She makes a capital waiter, I assure you. On state occasions, Jack Robinson, my carpenter, takes off his apron and waits too, and does pretty well ; but he sometimes naturally makes a mistake, and sticks a gimlet into the bread instead of a fork.'— Vol.
Page 69 - A manservant was too expensive ; so I caught up a little garden-girl, made like a milestone, christened her Bunch, put a napkin in her hand, and made her my butler. The girls taught her to read, Mrs. Sydney to wait, and I undertook her morals ; Bunch became the best butler in the county.