The Old Commodore, Nide 1

Richard Bentley, 1837 - 307 sivua

Kirjan sisältä

Mitä ihmiset sanovat - Kirjoita arvostelu

Yhtään arvostelua ei löytynyt.


Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki

Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet

Suositut otteet

Sivu 298 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Sivu 188 - LOve in her Sunny Eyes does basking play ; Love walks the pleasant Mazes of her Hair ; Love does on both her Lips for ever stray ; And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there.
Sivu 298 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Sivu 107 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Sivu 165 - THERE WAS A MAN IN OUR TOWN. There was a man in our town, And he was wondrous wise ; He jumped into a bramble bush, And scratched out both his eyes : And when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main He jumped into another bush, And scratched them in again.
Sivu 234 - At every trifle scorn to take offence, That always shows great pride, or little sense; Those heads, as stomachs, are not sure the best, Which nauseate all, and nothing can digest. Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move...
Sivu 76 - Here am I in distress, like a ship water-logg'd, Not a tow-rope at hand, or an oar ; I am left by my crew, and may I be flogg'd But the doctor's a son of aw — e.
Sivu 161 - Love rules the court, the FLEET, the grove, Rules men below, and saints above, For love is heav'n, and heav'n is love." WE must still leave Captain Oliphant and Peter in the lane,— the one conversing with Farmer Drag, and the other ruminating upon how many possible puns there are in a calf's head, and put the reader still a little more au fait as to the state of affairs at Jaspar Hall.
Sivu 163 - TEACH me to love ! go teach thyself more wit ; I chief professor am of it. Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews, Teach boldness to the stews ; In tyrants...
Sivu 244 - You have not apparelled your fury well ; It goes too plain, like a scholar. Con. It is an ornament, Makes it more terrible ; and you shall find it, A weighty injury, and attended on By discreet valour ; because I do not strike you, Or give you the lie, (such foul preparatives Would show like the stale injury of wine), I reserve my rage to sit on my sword's point ; Which a great quantity of your best blood Can't satisfy.

Kirjaluettelon tiedot