Rose in Bloom: A Sequel to "Eight Cousins"

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Whitman Publishing Company, 1877 - 375 Seiten
 

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Seite 221 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Seite 35 - Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook; Each cloud that floated in the sky Writes a letter in my book. Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers I brought; Every aster in my hand Goes home loaded with a thought.
Seite 286 - Read the best books first, or you may not have a chance to read them at all.
Seite 288 - Insist on yourself; never imitate. Your own gift you can present every moment with the cumulative force of a whole life's cultivation; but of the adopted talent of another you have only an extemporaneous half possession. That which each can do best, none but his Maker can teach him.
Seite 285 - I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.
Seite 286 - Whate'er we leave to God, God does, And blesses us; The work we choose should be our own, God lets alone. If with light head erect I sing, Though all the muses lend their force, From my poor love of anything, The verse is weak and shallow as its source. But if with bended neck I grope, Listening behind me for my wit, With faith superior to hope, More anxious to keep back than forward it, Making...
Seite 327 - In this pleasing contrite wood-life which God allows me, let me record day by day my honest thought without prospect or retrospect, and, I cannot doubt, it will be found symmetrical, though I mean it not and see it not. My book should smell of pines and resound with the hum of insects.
Seite 69 - TWAS on a Monday morning Richt early in the year, That Charlie cam' to our toun, The young Chevalier. And Charlie he's my darling, My darling, my darling; Charlie he's my darling, The young Chevalier ! As he was walking up the street, The city for to view, Oh, there he spied a bonny lass The window looking through. Say licht's he jumped up the stair, And tirled at the pin; And wha sae ready as hersel
Seite 11 - Would you be contented to be told to enjoy yourself for a little while, then marry and do nothing more till you die?

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