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Rab, and Marjorie Fleming; John Leech; Thackeray's Literary Career (Classic ...
Podgląd niedostępny - 2016
Rab, and Marjorie Fleming. John Leech. Thackeray's Literary Career
Podgląd niedostępny - 2018
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Strona 38 - ... and by the firelight working her name on the blankets, for her ain James's bed. He motioned Rab down, and taking his wife in his arms, laid her in the blankets, and happed her carefully and firmly up, leaving the face uncovered ; and then lifting her, he nodded again sharply to me, and with a resolved but utterly miserable face, strode along the passage, and down stairs, followed by Rab.
Strona 57 - Then he would read ballads to her in his own glorious way, the two getting wild with excitement over Gil Morrice or the Baron of Smailholm ; and he would take her on his knee, and make her repeat Constance's speeches in King John, till he swayed to and fro sobbing his fill.
Strona 66 - Magdalene once had there, were kneeling at the same stall, and hearing the same hymns and prayers in which her stricken heart had found consolation. Might she sleep in peace — might she sleep in peace ; and we too when our struggles and pains are over ! 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....
Strona 21 - Rabbie" — whereupon the stump of a tail rose up, the ears were cocked, the eyes filled, and were comforted; the two friends were reconciled. "Hupp!" and a stroke of the whip were given to Jess; and off went the three. Bob and I buried the Game Chicken that night (we had not much of a tea) in the back-green of his house, in Melville Street, No. 17, with considerable gravity and silence; and being at the time in the Iliad, and, like all boys, Trojans, we called him Hector of course.
Strona 92 - There is no more interesting spectacle than to see the effects of wit upon the different characters of men ; than to observe it expanding caution, relaxing dignity, unfreezing coldness ; teaching age, and care, and pain to smile ; extorting reluctant gleams of pleasure from melancholy, and charming even the pangs of grief. It is pleasant to observe how...
Strona 83 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Strona 30 - And so he did ; and handy and clever, and swift and tender as any woman, was that horny-handed, snell, peremptory little man. Everything she got he gave her : he seldom slept ; and often I saw his small shrewd eyes out of the darkness, fixed on her. As before, they spoke little. Rab behaved well, never moving, showing us how meek and gentle he could be, and occasionally, in his sleep, letting us know that he was demolishing some adversary.
Strona 81 - WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene ! Have I so found it full of pleasing charms ! Some drops of joy with draughts of ill between: Some gleams of sunshine mid renewing storms : Is it departing pangs my soul alarms?
Strona 19 - ... makes a brief sort of amende, and is off. The boys, with Bob and me at their head, are after him: down Niddry Street he goes bent on mischief; up the Cowgate like an arrow, — Bob and I, and our small men, panting behind. There, under the single arch of the South Bridge, is a huge mastiff, sauntering down the middle of the causeway, as if with his hands in his pockets...
Strona 16 - There is no blinking the fact that in Mr. Punch's cabinet John Leech is the right-hand man. Fancy a number of Punch without Leech's pictures ! What would you give for it? The learned gentlemen who write the work must feel that, without him, it were as well left alone.