The Professor at the Breakfast-table ; With, The Story of IrisHoughton, Mifflin, 1891 - 332 páginas |
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The Professor at the Breakfast-table: With the Story of Iris Oliver Wendell Holmes Vista completa - 1892 |
The Professor at the Breakfast-table: With the Story of Iris Oliver Wendell Holmes Vista completa - 1892 |
The Professor at the Breakfast Table: With, The Story of Iris Oliver Wendell Holmes Vista completa - 1891 |
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Página 182 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Página 50 - The Squire." And there 'sa nice youngster of excellent pith, — Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith ; But he shouted a song for the brave and the free, — Just read on his medal,
Página 237 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Página 49 - 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 49 - There's a boy we pretend, with a three-decker brain, That could harness a team with a logical chain; When he spoke for our manhood in syllabled fire, We called him "The Justice,
Página 209 - 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 317 - 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 280 - O Love Divine, that stooped to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, On Thee we cast each earthborn care, We smile at pain while Thou art near 1 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 49 - Gray temples at twenty?" — Yes! white if we please ; Where the snow-flakes fall thickest there 's nothing can freeze ! 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
Página 49 - HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? If there has, take him out, without making a noise. Hang the almanac's cheat and the catalogue's spite ! Old Time is a liar ! we're twenty to-night ! We're twenty ! We're twenty ! Who says we are more ? He's tipsy, — young jackanapes! — show him the door!