The Poet at the Breakfast-table: He Talks with Fellow-boarders and the Reader

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1884 - 418 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 390 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither : so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.
Strana 384 - And, lo, thou art unto them as a very lovely song of one that hath a pleasant voice, and can play well on an instrument: for they hear thy words, but they do them not.
Strana 190 - Who knows whether the best of men be known, or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time?
Strana 47 - Dont waste your time at family funerals grieving for your relatives: attend to life, not to death: there are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it, and better.
Strana 171 - That which was a weed in one intelligence becomes a flower in the other, and a flower, again, dwindles down to a mere weed by the same change. Healthy growths may become poisonous...
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Strana 310 - It is the province of knowledge to speak and it is the privilege of wisdom to listen.
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Strana 125 - I keep the subject constantly before me, and wait till the first dawnings open slowly by little and little into a full and clear light.
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