Proverb Stories

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Roberts Brothers, 1888 - 285 עמודים

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עמוד 275 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
עמוד 22 - You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am. Though for myself alone I would not be ambitious in my wish To wish myself much better, yet for you I would be trebled twenty times myself, A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times more rich, That only to stand high in your account I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, Exceed account.
עמוד 65 - I slept, and dreamed that Life was Beauty, I woke, and found that Life was Duty. Was my dream, then, a shadowy lie? Toil on, sad heart, courageously, — And thou shall find thy dream shall be A noon-day light and truth to thee.
עמוד 285 - Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
עמוד 55 - ... city one of those fashionable epidemics which occasionally attack our youthful population. It wasn't the music mania, nor gymnastic convulsions, nor that wide-spread malady, croquet. Neither was it one of the new dances which, like a tarantula-bite, set every one a twirling, nor stage madness, nor yet that American lecturing influenza which yearly sweeps over the land. No, it was a new disease called the Art fever, and it attacked the young women of the community with great violence. Nothing...
עמוד 1 - As many girls have asked to see what sort of tales Jo March wrote at the beginning of her career, I have added The Baron's Gloves,' as a sample of the romantic rubbish which paid so well once upon a time If it shows them what not to write, it will not have been rescued from oblivion in vain.
עמוד 236 - Thanks; I shall not be long away;" and giving her a glance that made her turn scarlet with anger at its undisguised admiration, he walked away, humming gayly to himself Goethe's lines, — "Maiden's heart and city's wall Were made to yield, were made to fall; When we've held them each their day, Soldier-like we march away.

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