Life and Literature: Over two thousand extracts from ancient and modern writers,; and classified in alphabetical orderRichardson, John Purver
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Life and Literature: Over two thousand extracts from ancient and modern writers,; and classified in alphabetical order
Richardson, John Purver
Quotations
"What the man is at his own gate, defending it if need be, against
insult and spoil, that also, not in a less, but in a more devoted
measure, he is to be at the gate of his country, leaving his home, if
need be, even to the spoiler, to do his more incumbent work there.
"And in like manner what the woman is to be within her gates, as the
centre of order, the balm of distress, and the mirror of beauty, that
she is also to be without her gates, where order is more difficult,
distress more imminent, loveliness more rare."
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You can lead a boy to college, but you can't make him think.
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PARENTAL AUTHORITY.
The boy who does not respect parental authority, will very soon be apt
to repudiate all law, both civil and ecclesiastical, human and Divine.
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THE BLIND BOY.
"O say! What is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings of the sight?
O, tell your poor blind boy!
You talk of wond'rous things you see,
You say the sun shines bright;
I feel him warm, but how can he
Make it day or night?
With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with patience I can bear
A loss I ne'er can know.
Then let not what I can not have
My cheer of mind destroy;
Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,
Although a poor blind boy."
--_Old Magazine._
148
THE ORPHAN BOY'S TALE.
Stay, lady, stay, for mercy's sake,
And hear a helpless orphan's tale,
Ah! sure my looks must pity wake,
'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale.
Yet I was once a mother's pride,
And my brave father's hope and joy;
But in the Nile's proud fight he died,
And I am now an orphan boy.
Poor foolish child! how pleased was I
When news of Nelson's victory came,
Along the crowded streets to fly,
And see the lighted windows flame!
To force me home my mother sought,
She could not bear to see my joy;
For with my father's life 'twas bought,
And made me a poor orphan boy.
The people's shouts were long and loud,
My mother, shuddering, closed her ears;
"Rejoice! rejoice!" still cried the crowd;
My mother answered with her tears.
"Why are you crying thus," said I,
"While others laugh and shout with joy?"
She kissed me--and with such a sigh!
She called me "her poor orphan boy."
--_Mrs. Opie._
149
Emerson said: "Give a boy address and accomplishments, and you give him
the mastery of palaces and fortunes wherever he goes; he has not the
trouble of earning or owning them; they solicit him to enter and
possess."
150
A great man being asked what boys should learn, he replied, "That which
they will use when men."
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Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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