The Professor at the Breakfast Table: With The Story of Iris

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James R. Osgood & Company, 1876 - 410 páginas

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Página 59 - 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 306 - Audacious; but, that seat soon failing, meets A vast vacuity : all unawares, Fluttering his pennons vain, plumb down he drops Ten thousand fathom deep...
Página 60 - s to our boyhood, its gold and its gray! The stars of its winter, the dews of its May! And, when we have done with our life-lasting toys, Dear Father, take care of thy children, THE BOYS.
Página 59 - We're twenty! We're twenty! Who says we are more ? He's tipsy, —young jackanapes ! —show him the door! " 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.
Página 400 - 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 90 - With its smell of mastic-varnish and its flash of ivory keys ! Then the children all grew fretful in the restlessness of joy ; For the boy would push his sister, and the sister crowd the boy, Till the father asked for quiet in his grave paternal way, But the mother hushed the tumult with the words, "Now, Mary, play.
Página 318 - At last the rootlets of the trees Shall find the prison where she lies, And bear the buried dust they seize In leaves and blossoms to the skies.
Página 60 - 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 59 - 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 336 - The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a deal longer. There is one disadvantage which the man of philosophical habits of mind suffers, as compared with the man of action. While he is taking an enlarged and rational view of the matter before him, he lets his chance slip through his fingers. Iris woke up, of her own accord, before I had made up my mind what I was going to do about it. When I remember how charmingly she looked, I don't blame myself at all for being...

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