Much Loved Books: Best Sellers of the AgesBoni and Liveright, 1927 - 458 Seiten |
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Seite 332 - But by what I have gathered from your own relation, and the answers I have with much pains wringed and extorted from you, I cannot but conclude the bulk of your natives to be the most pernicious race of little odious vermin that nature ever suffered to crawl upon the surface of the earth.
Seite 108 - see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand—his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low— And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him—he
Seite 12 - jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. "Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
Seite 107 - was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which And all went merry as a marriagebell; But hush! hark! a deep sound
Seite 328 - One thing at least is certain,—This Life flies; One thing is certain and the rest is Lies; The Flower that once has blown forever dies. Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through Not one returns to tell us of the Road, the
Seite 133 - Micawber. Annual income, twenty pounds; annual expenditure, nineteen nineteen six; result, happiness. Annual income, twenty pounds; annual expenditure, twenty pounds ought and six; result, misery. The blossom is blighted, the leaf is withered, the God of day goes down upon the dreary scene, and—and, in short, you are forever floored; as I
Seite 266 - It were good, therefore, that men, in their innovations, would follow the example of time itself, which indeed innovateth greatly, but quietly, and by degrees scarce to be perceived. "A froward retention of custom is as turbulent a thing as an innovation; and they that reverence too much old times are but a scorn to the new.
Seite 328 - Learn'd Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their fellows, and to Sleep return'd. I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell; And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd, "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell.
Seite 108 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying
Seite 345 - I am not blind to the worth of the wonderful gift of 'Leaves of Grass/ . . . the most extraordinary piece of wit and wisdom that America has yet contributed. ... I give you joy of your free and brave thought. I have great joy in it. I find incomparable things said incomparably well.