Anecdote Biographies of Thackeray and DickensRichard Henry Stoddard Scribner, Armstrong, 1875 - 305 |
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Strona ii
... mean thoughts . I was in the hapers twww and again accounts of fine parties is Lou • dow . Bon bien ! Is it possible any our ever wanted to to fins Londwa Kartin , and are there now people sweating is May Fair Route 8. The Europene con ...
... mean thoughts . I was in the hapers twww and again accounts of fine parties is Lou • dow . Bon bien ! Is it possible any our ever wanted to to fins Londwa Kartin , and are there now people sweating is May Fair Route 8. The Europene con ...
Strona xi
... mean , in an anecdotal sense , I will be accep- table to his admirers . I have accordingly made the collection which follows , and which contains , I believe , everything that is worthy of preservation in the shape of personal ...
... mean , in an anecdotal sense , I will be accep- table to his admirers . I have accordingly made the collection which follows , and which contains , I believe , everything that is worthy of preservation in the shape of personal ...
Strona 8
... mean to say my thoughts grow mountainous and enor- mous like the Alpine chain yonder ; but , in fine , it is good to be in the presence of this noble nature . It is keeping good company : keeping away mean thoughts . I see in the papers ...
... mean to say my thoughts grow mountainous and enor- mous like the Alpine chain yonder ; but , in fine , it is good to be in the presence of this noble nature . It is keeping good company : keeping away mean thoughts . I see in the papers ...
Strona 10
... mean- ing them only love and kindness , how much more Pater Nos- ter ? So we say , and weep the beloved ones whom we lose all the same with the natural selfish sorrow ; as you , I dare say , will have a heavy heart when your daughter ...
... mean- ing them only love and kindness , how much more Pater Nos- ter ? So we say , and weep the beloved ones whom we lose all the same with the natural selfish sorrow ; as you , I dare say , will have a heavy heart when your daughter ...
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... mean by saying that I am uncharitable , unkindly that I sneer at virtue ? ' and so forth . My own conscience being pretty clear , I can receive the ' Bulletin's ' displeasure with calmness bering how I used to lay about me in my own ...
... mean by saying that I am uncharitable , unkindly that I sneer at virtue ? ' and so forth . My own conscience being pretty clear , I can receive the ' Bulletin's ' displeasure with calmness bering how I used to lay about me in my own ...
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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...
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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 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 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.
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.
Strona 127 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains ; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
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.