Autumn hath all the summer's fruitful treasure; Gone is our sport, fled is poor Croydon's pleasure.... Short days, sharp days, long nights come on apace, Ah! who shall hide us from the winter's face? Cold doth increase, the sickness will not cease, And here we lie, God knows, with little ease. From winter, plague, and pestilence, good Lord, deliver us!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Next we come to the bronchial buster, or the man (it is usually a man) who, being in the throes of a terrific throat and tube trou...ble chooses that night for theater-going.... He will soon learn to pick his pauses with finesse. It does no good to cough while there is a great deal of noise going on on the stage. No one can hear. The time is just as the star is about to do a little low speaking to her dying lover or when the hero, alone in his garret, goes silently over to the fireplace and tears up the letter. There for a good rousing bark, my hearty, followed by a series of short sharp ones like those of a coxswain! If possible the appearance of apoplexy should be simulated.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A fretful temper will divide The closest knot that may be tied,... By ceaseless sharp corrosion; A temper passionate and fierce May suddenly your joys disperse At one immense explosion.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Would mankind be but contented without the continual use of that little but significant pronoun "mine" or "my own," with what luxu...rious delight might they revel in the property of others!... But if envy makes me sicken at the sight of everything that is excellent out of my own possession, then will the sweetest food be sharp as vinegar, and every beauty will in my depraved eyes appear as deformity.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Young children scare easily--a tough tone, a sharp reprimand, an exasperated glance, a peeved scowl will do it. Little signs of re...jection--you don't have to hit young children to hurt them--cut very deeply.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't,... A brother's murder. Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will; My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And like a man to double business bound I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The wand is will; thou, fancy, saddle art, Girt fast by memory; and while I spur... My horse, he spurs with sharp desire my heart;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... all In the interests of this pornographic masterpiece,... Variegated, polluted skyscraper to which all gazes are drawn, Pleasure we cannot and will not escape.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Mahomet made the people believe that he would call a hill to him, and from the top of it offer up his prayers for the observers of... the Law. The people assembled; Mahomet called the hill to come to him again and again; and when the hill stood still, he was never a whit abashed, but said, If the hill will not come to Mahomet, Mahomet will go to the hill.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »