Let me see, what am I to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three pound of sugar, five pound of currants, rice--what will this sist...er of mine do with rice? But my father hath made her mistress of the feast, and she lays it on.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Although our productions have afforded more extensive and unaffected pleasure than those of any other literary corporation in the ...world, no species of composition has been so much decried.... "And what are you reading, Miss--?" "Oh! it is only a novel!" replies the young lady; while she lays down her book with affected indifference, or momentary shame. "It is only Cecilia, or Camilla, or Belinda"; or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best chosen language.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He who asks fortune-tellers the future unwittingly forfeits an inner intimation of coming events that is a thousand times more exa...ct than anything they may say. He is impelled by inertia, rather than curiosity, and nothing is more unlike the submissive apathy with which he hears his fate revealed than the alert dexterity with which the man of courage lays hands on the future.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;... My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I press not to the quire, nor dare I greet The holy place with my unhallowed feet;... My unwashed Muse pollutes not things divine, Nor mingles her profaner notes with thine; Here humbly at the porch she listening stays, And with glad ears sucks in thy sacred lays.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the ...surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Father Time is not always a hard parent, and, though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly upon those w...ho have used him well; making them old men and women inexorably enough, but leaving their hearts and spirits young and in full vigour. With such people the grey head is but the impression of the old fellow's hand in giving them his blessing, and every wrinkle but a notch in the quiet calendar of a well- spent life.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I knew the poor, I knew the hideous death they die,... when famine lays its bleak hand on the door; I knew the rich, sated with merriment, who yet are sad.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,... The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights Her stove, and lays out food in tins.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »