Pribbles and Prabbles: Or, Rambling Reflections on Varied TopicsSkeffington, 1906 - 284 sider |
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Side 19
... remember that in former times the word ' bug ' meant , not the vulgar insect of that name , but any frightful thing , a terror or the like , as still surviving in the word ' bugbear ' and ' buga- boo . ' So Shakespeare , in Winter's ...
... remember that in former times the word ' bug ' meant , not the vulgar insect of that name , but any frightful thing , a terror or the like , as still surviving in the word ' bugbear ' and ' buga- boo . ' So Shakespeare , in Winter's ...
Side 28
... remember Charles Kingsley's playful " Oh , Mr. Froude , How wise and good ! " and Kingsley was the historian's brother - in presumed to have known the right pronunc Tadema , ' the ' e ' is short . Sir Walter Bes ' Besánt , ' with the ...
... remember Charles Kingsley's playful " Oh , Mr. Froude , How wise and good ! " and Kingsley was the historian's brother - in presumed to have known the right pronunc Tadema , ' the ' e ' is short . Sir Walter Bes ' Besánt , ' with the ...
Side 34
... remember any English proverb touching the folly of discarding what is essential along with that which is not essential ; that which is valuable along with that which is worthless , although very probably such an aphorism may exist in ...
... remember any English proverb touching the folly of discarding what is essential along with that which is not essential ; that which is valuable along with that which is worthless , although very probably such an aphorism may exist in ...
Side 39
... remember that once during an Indian famine the hopes of the pining peasants were constantly being raised by halos round the moon ; but no rain came . The halos were small in diameter and close to the satellite . Some years ago , in the ...
... remember that once during an Indian famine the hopes of the pining peasants were constantly being raised by halos round the moon ; but no rain came . The halos were small in diameter and close to the satellite . Some years ago , in the ...
Side 45
... boasts the glory of a rhyme . I do not remember any German or Italian saying which corresponds to ours as to speech being silver , but silence golden though doubtless the sentiment is expressed Molière , however , PRIBBLES AND PRABBLES 45.
... boasts the glory of a rhyme . I do not remember any German or Italian saying which corresponds to ours as to speech being silver , but silence golden though doubtless the sentiment is expressed Molière , however , PRIBBLES AND PRABBLES 45.
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Side 78 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Side 72 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on...
Side 78 - Must we but blush? — Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three. To make a new Thermopylae!
Side 87 - Aemilium circa ludum faber unus et ungues Exprimet et molles imitabitur aere capillos, Infelix operis summa quia ponere totum Nesciet. Hune ego me, si quid componere curem, Non magis esse velim quam naso vivere pravo, Spectandum nigris oculis nigroque capillo.
Side 38 - Si sol splendescat Maria purificante, Major erit glacies post festum quam fuit ante...
Side 169 - He could raise scruples dark and nice, And after solve 'em in a trice: As if divinity had catch'd The itch, on purpose to be scratch'd...
Side 190 - The King, observing with judicious eyes, The state of both his Universities, To one he sends a regiment ; — For why ? That learned body wanted loyalty ; To th' other books he gave, as well discerning How much that loyal body wanted learning.
Side 103 - Other letters are read and thrown away and forgotten, but yours are kept forever — unread. One of them will last a reasonable man a lifetime.
Side 188 - Twas in heaven pronounced, and 'twas muttered in hell, And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell ; On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean its presence confest.
Side 78 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!