Anecdote Biographies of Thackeray and DickensRichard Henry Stoddard Scribner, Armstrong, 1874 - 305 |
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... give some explanation upon this subject . For some time past I have been preparing a work for publication , in which I intend to give an account of the origin of ' Oliver Twist , ' and I now not only deeply regret the sudden and un ...
... give some explanation upon this subject . For some time past I have been preparing a work for publication , in which I intend to give an account of the origin of ' Oliver Twist , ' and I now not only deeply regret the sudden and un ...
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... give the boy , as he thought it would answer his purpose . I wanted the boy to have a very different name , such as Frank Foundling or Frank Steadfast ; but I think the word Twist proves to a cer- tain extent that the boy he was going ...
... give the boy , as he thought it would answer his purpose . I wanted the boy to have a very different name , such as Frank Foundling or Frank Steadfast ; but I think the word Twist proves to a cer- tain extent that the boy he was going ...
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... give the note exactly as it was written , venturing even to refain the names of those whom he kindly remembered ; and Philadelphians of the old school will smile at the misspelling of the name of the founder of the Wistar parties of our ...
... give the note exactly as it was written , venturing even to refain the names of those whom he kindly remembered ; and Philadelphians of the old school will smile at the misspelling of the name of the founder of the Wistar parties of our ...
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... give up these pleasures ; quite content ( after a pang or two of sep- aration from dear friends here ) to put his hand into that of the summoning angel , and say , ' Lead on , O messenger of God our Father to the next place whither the ...
... give up these pleasures ; quite content ( after a pang or two of sep- aration from dear friends here ) to put his hand into that of the summoning angel , and say , ' Lead on , O messenger of God our Father to the next place whither the ...
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... gives me an opportunity of writing about a sub- ject on which , of course , I felt very strongly for you and for your poor brother's family . I have kept back writing , know- ing the powerlessness of consolation , and having I don't ...
... gives me an opportunity of writing about a sub- ject on which , of course , I felt very strongly for you and for your poor brother's family . I have kept back writing , know- ing the powerlessness of consolation , and having I don't ...
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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.