The Caxtons: A Family Picture, 第 2 卷

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W. Blackwood, 1849 - 343页
 

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第62页 - He had, to a morbid excess, that desire to rise which is vulgarly called ambition, but no wish for the esteem or the love of his species; only the hard wish to succeed— not shine, not serve— succeed, that he might have the right to despise a world which galled his self-conceit.
第117页 - There is Shakspeare, who, above all poets, is the mysterious dual of hard sense and empyreal fancy— and a great many more, whom I need not name ; but who, if you take to them gently and quietly, will not, like your mere philosopher, your unreasonable stoic, tell you that you have lost nothing ; but who will insensibly steal you out of this world, with its losses and crosses, and slip you into another world, before you know where you are ! — a world where you are just as welcome, though you carry...
第62页 - Caxtons.' Passion, in him, comprehended -many of the worst emotions which militate against human happiness. You could not contradict him, but you raised quick choler; you could not speak of wealth, but his cheek paled with gnawing envy. The astonishing natural advantages of this poor boy— his beauty, his readiness, the daring spirit that breathed around him like a fiery atmosphere— had raised his constitutional self-confidence into an arrogance that turned his very claims to admiration into prejudices...
第123页 - I confess that it was with some reluctance I obeyed. I went back to my own room, and sate resolutely down to my task. Are there any of you, my readers, who have not read the Life of Robert Hall ? If so, in the words of the great Captain Cuttle, 'When found, make a note of it.
第119页 - BUBKIQUIB, sect. xii. next-door neighbour, because he has his eggs roasted when you have yours boiled ; and gossiping and prying into people's affairs, and backbiting, and thinking heaven and earth are coming together, if some broom touch a cobweb that you have let grow over the window-sill of your brains — what like a large and...
第313页 - If you do, I will scratch you out of the pedigree ! " " Huzza, then, for Australasia ! " "Well, well, well," said my uncle, " With a smile on his lip, and a tear in his eye ; " " the old sea-king's blood will force its way — a soldier or a rover, there is no other choice for you. We shall mourn and miss you ; but who can chain the young eagles to the eyrie...
第115页 - I say, then, that books, taken indiscriminately, are no cure to the diseases and afflictions of the mind. There is a world of science necessary in the taking them. I have known some people in great sorrow fly to a novel, or the last light book in fashion. One might as well take a rose-draught for the plague ! Light reading does not do when the heart is really heavy. I am told that Goethe, when he lost his son, took to study a science that was new to him. Ah ! Goethe was a physician who knew what...
第341页 - Nature the most universally recognized, the most difficult to explain. The silent stir of reviving life, which does not yet betray signs in the bud and blossom, only in a softer clearness in the air, a more lingering pause in the slowly lengthening day ; a more delicate freshness and balm in the twilight atmosphere...
第122页 - Thank you, sir," said I, listlessly, not seeing what great good the "Life of Robert Hall" could do me, or why the same medicine should suit the old weatherbeaten uncle, and the nephew yet in his teens.

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