Anecdote Biographies of Thackeray and DickensRichard Henry Stoddard Scribner, Armstrong, 1875 - 305 |
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... my own private cavity pale face ! That cup has gone down the well so ofte I wonder that the cup is it brokes , of the well as well as it is [ See page 7. ] Почw weida з doudou чисто пити Ком вития в рез heufchatel . Switzerland ·
... my own private cavity pale face ! That cup has gone down the well so ofte I wonder that the cup is it brokes , of the well as well as it is [ See page 7. ] Почw weida з doudou чисто пити Ком вития в рез heufchatel . Switzerland ·
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... faces , Or batters their bones with his cane . ' Tis thus that the chief of our nation The minds of his children improves , And teaches polite education By boxing the ears that he loves . I warrant they vex him but seldom , And so if we ...
... faces , Or batters their bones with his cane . ' Tis thus that the chief of our nation The minds of his children improves , And teaches polite education By boxing the ears that he loves . I warrant they vex him but seldom , And so if we ...
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... face looked fondly up , And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me , There's no one now to share my cup . " It is no part of this little Memorial to refer to what may be called his public relations , and his success as a lecturer . I ...
... face looked fondly up , And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me , There's no one now to share my cup . " It is no part of this little Memorial to refer to what may be called his public relations , and his success as a lecturer . I ...
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... face ! That cup has gone down this well so often ( meaning my own private cavity ) , that I wonder the cup is n't broken , and the well as well as it is . " Three weeks of London were more than enough for me , and I feel as if I had had ...
... face ! That cup has gone down this well so often ( meaning my own private cavity ) , that I wonder the cup is n't broken , and the well as well as it is . " Three weeks of London were more than enough for me , and I feel as if I had had ...
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... face to read those printed lectures over again , I'll remember your good advice . That splendid crowd on the last lecture night I knew would make our critical friend angry . I have not seen the last ar- ticle , of course , and don't ...
... face to read those printed lectures over again , I'll remember your good advice . That splendid crowd on the last lecture night I knew would make our critical friend angry . I have not seen the last ar- ticle , of course , and don't ...
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Strona 77 - But the sullen ocean answered with a louder, deeper roar, And the rapid waves drew nearer, falling sounding on the shore ; Back the Keeper and the Bishop, back the King and courtiers bore. And he sternly bade them never more to kneel to human clay, But alone to praise and worship That which earth and seas obey : And his golden crown of empire never wore he from that day. King Canute is dead and gone : Parasites exist alway.
Strona 40 - laughs," he does not sneer. He asks home questions at himself as well as the world: "Who is this?" Then his feeling " not otherwise than very grave" when people begin to praise, is true conscientiousness. This servant of his Master hoped to be able " to tell the truth always, and to see it aright, according to the eyes which God Almighty gives me.
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Strona 62 - Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on cutting bread and butter.
Strona 296 - ... 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 ! Lost is that camp! but let its fragrant story Blend with the breath that thrills With hop-vines' incense all the pensive glory That fills the Kentish hills.