Anecdote Biographies of Thackeray and DickensRichard Henry Stoddard Scribner, Armstrong, 1874 - 305 |
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... dinners , and Jerrold was inclined to wrangle , if everthing was not to his liking ; but Thackeray would keep the peace . There's no use in our quarreling , ' he said , ' for we must meet again next week . ' ” The last poem that we ...
... dinners , and Jerrold was inclined to wrangle , if everthing was not to his liking ; but Thackeray would keep the peace . There's no use in our quarreling , ' he said , ' for we must meet again next week . ' ” The last poem that we ...
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... dinner at the club given to him , and my wife was ill , and my house- hold disarranged , and the bell rang , and I said to him , “ I must go and carve the boiled mutton for the children , and take for granted you do not care to come ...
... dinner at the club given to him , and my wife was ill , and my house- hold disarranged , and the bell rang , and I said to him , “ I must go and carve the boiled mutton for the children , and take for granted you do not care to come ...
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... dinner , at which I was a guest , to what are called " literary men , " authors and lawyers , and actors ( two very accom- plished ones , and most estimable gentlemen one still living ) , and editors and magazine men . Then he made what ...
... dinner , at which I was a guest , to what are called " literary men , " authors and lawyers , and actors ( two very accom- plished ones , and most estimable gentlemen one still living ) , and editors and magazine men . Then he made what ...
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... dinner at New York , which did not come off . The combination failed which I wanted to bring about . Have you heard Miss Furness of Philadelphia sing ? She is the best ballad - singer I ever heard . And will you please remember me to ...
... dinner at New York , which did not come off . The combination failed which I wanted to bring about . Have you heard Miss Furness of Philadelphia sing ? She is the best ballad - singer I ever heard . And will you please remember me to ...
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... dinners right and left , parties every night . If I had been in Philadelphia , I could scarcely have been more feasted . Oh , you unhappy Reed ! I see you ( after that little supper with McMichael ) on Sunday , at your own table , when ...
... dinners right and left , parties every night . If I had been in Philadelphia , I could scarcely have been more feasted . Oh , you unhappy Reed ! I see you ( after that little supper with McMichael ) on Sunday , at your own table , when ...
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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.