Anecdote Biographies of Thackeray and DickensRichard Henry Stoddard Scribner, Armstrong,, 1874 - 305 |
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... telling the whole truth when it would injure the character of his hero . As if all men , the greatest and best , were not compounded of the same . poor clay as the rest of us ! The wine they drink is made of grapes ; their headaches are ...
... telling the whole truth when it would injure the character of his hero . As if all men , the greatest and best , were not compounded of the same . poor clay as the rest of us ! The wine they drink is made of grapes ; their headaches are ...
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... tell this gentleman that I was the origi- nator of the story of ' Oliver Twist , ' as I have told very many others who may have spoken to me on the subject , and which facts I now beg permission to repeat in the columns of ' The Times ...
... tell this gentleman that I was the origi- nator of the story of ' Oliver Twist , ' as I have told very many others who may have spoken to me on the subject , and which facts I now beg permission to repeat in the columns of ' The Times ...
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... Tell me candidly , for I shall not be at all angry or hurt if it be unfavorable , or much elated if it be not . " And then his answer , as he stopped ( we were walking along Penn Square ) , and , turning round to me , said : " You know ...
... Tell me candidly , for I shall not be at all angry or hurt if it be unfavorable , or much elated if it be not . " And then his answer , as he stopped ( we were walking along Penn Square ) , and , turning round to me , said : " You know ...
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... telling this to our fine people here , and have so belabored your [ Here the paper was turned and revealed the sketch . At the top is written : ' Par- don this rubbishing picture ; but I didn't see and can't afford to write page 3 over ...
... telling this to our fine people here , and have so belabored your [ Here the paper was turned and revealed the sketch . At the top is written : ' Par- don this rubbishing picture ; but I didn't see and can't afford to write page 3 over ...
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... tell it ? It is too terrible for tears . The thought of such a misery smites me down in sub- mission before the Ruler of kings and men , the Monarch su- preme over empires and republics , the inscrutable Disposer of life , death ...
... tell it ? It is too terrible for tears . The thought of such a misery smites me down in sub- mission before the Ruler of kings and men , the Monarch su- preme over empires and republics , the inscrutable Disposer of life , death ...
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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.