The Age of WhitewashM.H. Gill & Son, 1921 - 111 pàgines |
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Adam Mickiewicz AGE OF WHITEWASH ancient Anglo-Israelite Anglo-Saxon animal Anth bird bird-lime boys called camel Chopin church civilisation coloured Dickens dream early Edward Lhuyd elephant emulate the feat English equal eyes fact famous farewell figures of speech Greek greeting hand Hazael held Hill of Tara historical critic House human imagination Ireland island Jacob's pillow juggling kings kitchen language Latin literature Lycus Manx Mary Anne matter means metaphors Middle Irish mistress mound nations nervous O'CONNELL STREET old Irish original passing pathetic poet poetry Poland Pole political quarterland reason registry office rest result rope SCENE schoolboy ship sleep slings soap solder Sophocles sound specimen Stone of Destiny story tailless taming instinct tell Teltown temperament theory thing tinker tion Turloch Tynwald Tynwald Mount Ulster umbrella umbrella-carrying Vale war elephant Warsaw wine-drinkers word youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 80 - I often think it's comical How Nature always does contrive That every boy and every gal That's born into the world alive Is either a little Liberal, Or else a little Conservative!
Pàgina 16 - Youth! for years so many and sweet, "Tis known, that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit — It cannot be that Thou art gone!
Pàgina 16 - This drooping gait, this alter'd size: But Springtide blossoms on thy lips, And tears take sunshine from thine eyes! Life is but Thought: so think I will That Youth and I are house-mates still. Dew-drops are the gems of morning, But the tears of mournful eve! Where no hope is, life's a warning That only serves to make us grieve When we are old: — That only serves to make us grieve With oft and tedious taking-leave...
Pàgina 100 - By myself have I sworn, saith the Lord, for because thou hast done this thing, and hast not withheld thy son, thine only son, that in blessing I will bless thee, and in multiplying I will multiply thy seed as the stars of the heaven, and as the sand which is upon the sea shore ; and thy seed shall possess the gate of his enemies; and in thy seed shall all the nations of the earth be blessed ; because thou hast obeyed my voice.
Pàgina 62 - 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.
Pàgina 62 - And bears his blushing honours 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.
Pàgina 16 - To make believe that thou art gone? 1 see these locks in silvery slips, This drooping gait, this altered size: But Spring-tide blossoms on thy lips, And tears take sunshine from thine eyes! Life is but thought: so think I will That Youth and I are house-mates still Dew-drops are the gems of morning, But the tears of mournful eve!
Pàgina 52 - Clara, my dear, there's nothing like work — give your boy an exercise ; " which caused me to be clapped down to some new 'labour there and then. As to any recreation with other children of my age, I had very little of that; for the gloomy theology of the Murdstones made all children out to be a swarm of little vipers (though there was a child once set in the midst of the Disciples), and held that they contaminated one another.
Pàgina 99 - JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags — were they purple, his heart had been proud...
Pàgina 81 - Have we not eyes ? have we not hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer ? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.