The Professor at the Breakfast-tableGeorge Routledge & Sons, 1884 - 315 páginas "Are imaginary conversations at a Boston boardinghouse and reflective of Holmes's opinions, charm, and wit. The Professor at the Breakfast Table is a sequel to Holmes' The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table, a series of light and genial essays full of fancy and humor. The Professor is written somewhat in the manner of Sterne, yet without much artifice. The story of Iris is an interwoven thread of gold. The poems in this book are inferior to those of the Autocrat, but Holmes shows a gift for drawing real characters."--Google.books. |
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The Professor at the Breakfast-table: With the Story of Iris Oliver Wendell Holmes Vista completa - 1875 |
The Professor at the Breakfast-table: With The Story of Iris Oliver Wendell Holmes Vista completa - 1884 |
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ALEXANDER DYCE beauty believe Benjamin Franklin boarders boarding-house bombazine Boston brain breath Broad Church calomel chamber child Church colour common Copp's Hill creature depolarized divine divinity-student door doubt dying eyes face fancy Fcap feel fellah flowers folks genius girl's give hand head hear heard heart hold human human voice Iris keep kind Koh-i-noor landlady laugh light lips Little Boston Little Gentleman live look man's mean mind mother Muggletonian Nature neighbour never perhaps person Phrenology Poor Relation portrait pretty Professor remember Robert Calef round Saint Polycarp Sculpin seems seen side sitting smile sometimes soul speak strange talk tell things thought tion told truth turned voice woman women words young fellow John young girl young lady young man John young Marylander youth
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Página 177 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Página 274 - O Love Divine, that stooped to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, On Thee we cast each earthboru care, We smile at pain while Thou art near ! Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near...
Página 201 - So deeply had she drunken in That look, those shrunken serpent eyes, That all her features were resigned To this sole image in her mind: And passively did imitate That look of dull and treacherous hate!
Página 310 - Sun of our life, thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day ; Star of our hope, thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night.
Página 47 - Was it snowing I spoke of? Excuse the mistake! Look close — you will see not a sign of a flake! We want some new garlands for those we have shed. And these are white roses in place of the red. We've a trick, we young fellows, you may have been told, Of talking (in public) as if we were old: — That boy we call "Doctor" and this we call "Judge"; It's a neat little fiction — of course it's all fudge.
Página 246 - When, turning round their dial-track, Eastward the lengthening shadows pass, Her little mourners, clad in black, The crickets, sliding through the grass, Shall pipe for her an evening mass.
Página 245 - And gray old trees of hugest limb Shall wheel their circling shadows round To make the scorching sunlight dim That drinks the greenness from the ground, And drop their dead leaves on her mound. When o'er their boughs the squirrels run, And...
Página 47 - HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys ? If there has, take him out, without making a noise.
Página 48 - of thee." You hear that boy laughing? You think he's all fun; But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has done. The children laugh loud as they troop to his call, And the poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all!
Página 47 - That boy with the grave mathematical look Made believe he had written a wonderful book, And the ROYAL SOCIETY thought it was true! So they chose him right in; a good joke it was, too!