Over the Teacups, Volume 2Originally released as a series of essays in the Atlantic Monthly, Over the Teacups, like Holmes' Autocrat of the Breakfast Table, is a table talk book that discusses age and how to live a long life; how to be a great conversationalist; the art of reading.--Vendor's description. |
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American Annexes answer aurist beautiful believe called centenarian conversation Counsellor curious deal Delilah doubt English English elms expect eyes fact fancy feel Five's furnished G. F. Watts Giordano Bruno girl give hand hear heard heart Henry Flynt human idea interest James Freeman Clarke Jephunneh Jonathan Edwards keep kind ladies letters listened literary live look mean ment mind Mistress mortal natural never Number Five Number Seven obelisk once paper perhaps persons Phi Beta Kappa pleasant poem poet poetry poor pretty Professor question reader remember rhymes round seems sometimes speak specialist squinting brain story suppose sure talk tea-table Teacups tell things thou thought Timothy Dexter tion told Tutor verse voice wish witches women wonder words write young Doctor
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Page 26 - I am this day fourscore years old: and can I discern between good and evil? can thy servant taste what I eat or what I drink? can I hear any more the voice of singing men and singing women? wherefore then should thy servant be yet a burden unto my lord the king?
Page 133 - Still, through the rattle, parts of speech were rife: While he could stammer He settled Hoti's business — let it be ! — Properly based Oun — Gave us the doctrine of the enclitic De, Dead from the waist down.
Page 133 - That, has the world here — should he need the next, Let the world mind him! This, throws himself on God, and unperplexed Seeking shall find him. So, with the throttling hands of death at strife, Ground he at grammar...
Page 303 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Page 253 - sa hangman's whip, To haud the wretch in order ; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border ; Its slightest touches, instant pause — Debar a' side pretences ; And resolutely keep its laws, Uncaring consequences.
Page 141 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flucks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 48 - The sighs which Matthew heaved were sighs Of one tired out with fun and madness ; The tears which came to Matthew's eyes Were tears of light, the dew of gladness. Yet, sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up — He felt with spirit so profound.
Page 156 - What you will. I will talk of things heavenly, or things earthly; things moral, or things evangelical; things sacred, or things profane; things past, or things to come; things foreign, or things at home; things more essential, or things circumstantial; provided that all be done to our profit.
Page 235 - A world primal again, vistas of glory incessant and branching, A new race dominating previous ones and grander far, with new contests, New politics, new literatures and religions, new inventions and arts.
Page 142 - ... or wade in the ponds for fragrant lilies, happy in the bright sunshine. If my little sister comes to Boston next June, will you let me bring her to see you ? She is a lovely baby and I am sure you will love [her]. Now I must tell my gentle poet good-bye, for I have a letter to write home before I go to bed. From your loving little friend, HELEN A. KELLER.