Anecdote Biographies of Thackeray and DickensRichard Henry Stoddard Scribner, Armstrong, 1874 - 305 |
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... beauty and happiness and peace . We quote the passage , although , as is always the case with the best things of the best writers , it suffers greatly by separation from the context , the force of the contrast being almost entirely lost ...
... beauty and happiness and peace . We quote the passage , although , as is always the case with the best things of the best writers , it suffers greatly by separation from the context , the force of the contrast being almost entirely lost ...
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... beauty of pathos and tenderness of feeling , quite indescribable , it reaches a higher point of art than any of the minor tales ; and these qualities have gained for it admirers very enthusi- astic if not numerous . " Fraser " for June ...
... beauty of pathos and tenderness of feeling , quite indescribable , it reaches a higher point of art than any of the minor tales ; and these qualities have gained for it admirers very enthusi- astic if not numerous . " Fraser " for June ...
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... latter an expression of the thoughts called up by the splendor of Versailles and the beauty of the Petit Trianon , in its truth , sarcasm , and half- melancholy , worthy of his best days . All these 42 WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY .
... latter an expression of the thoughts called up by the splendor of Versailles and the beauty of the Petit Trianon , in its truth , sarcasm , and half- melancholy , worthy of his best days . All these 42 WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY .
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... beauty and minuteness . He used to say that if all trades failed , he would earn sixpences by writing the Lord's Prayer and the Creed ( not the Athanasian ) in the size of one . He considered and practiced caligraphy as one of the fine ...
... beauty and minuteness . He used to say that if all trades failed , he would earn sixpences by writing the Lord's Prayer and the Creed ( not the Athanasian ) in the size of one . He considered and practiced caligraphy as one of the fine ...
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... beauty , with her early , never - forgotten sorrow , her pure , holy resignation ? To her inimitable son no words can do justice . The French - English of his speech would make the fortune of any ordinary novel . It is as unique , and ...
... beauty , with her early , never - forgotten sorrow , her pure , holy resignation ? To her inimitable son no words can do justice . The French - English of his speech would make the fortune of any ordinary novel . It is as unique , and ...
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Strona 92 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Strona 62 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. _*• Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person,...
Strona 4 - Ah me ! how quick the days are flitting ! I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup.
Strona 111 - And when, its force expended, The harmless storm was ended, And, as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o'er the sea ; I thought, as day was breaking, My little girls were waking, And smiling, and making A prayer at home for me.
Strona 296 - As by some spell divine — Their cares dropped from them like the needles shaken From out the gusty pine. Lost is that camp and wasted all its fire: And he who wrought that spell ? — Ah ! towering pine and stately Kentish spire, Ye have one tale to tell!
Strona 234 - I go to school,' says he. I took him up in a moment, and we went on. Presently, the very queer small boy says, 'This is Gadshill we are coming to, where FalstafF went out to rob those travellers, and ran away.' 'You know something about Falstaff, eh?' said I. 'All about him,' said the very queer small boy.
Strona 93 - The prize be sometimes with the fool, The race not always to the swift. The strong may yield, the good may fall, The great man be a vulgar clown, The knave be lifted over all, The kind cast pitilessly down.
Strona 86 - ... by his country ; beloved at his fireside. It has been the fortunate lot of both to give incalculable happiness and delight to the world, which thanks them in return with an immense kindliness, respect, affection. It may not be our chance, brother scribe, to be endowed with such merit, or rewarded with such fame.
Strona 67 - But the earth is the Lord's as the heaven is ; we are alike his creatures here and yonder. I took a little flower off the hillock and kissed it, and went my way like the bird that had just lighted on the cross by me, back into the world again. Silent receptacle of death ! tranquil depth of calm, out of reach of tempest and trouble. I felt as one who had been walking below the sea, and treading amidst the bones of shipwrecks.
Strona 4 - Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine Lo, thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.