Thackeray, Band 12Harper & Brothers, 1879 - 206 Seiten |
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... period of his life the bias of our novelist's mind . His father and grandfather were Indian civil servants . His mother was Anne Becher , whose father was also in the Company's service . She married early in India , and was only ...
... period of his life the bias of our novelist's mind . His father and grandfather were Indian civil servants . His mother was Anne Becher , whose father was also in the Company's service . She married early in India , and was only ...
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... period of his life - a comparison not as to their literary merits , but literary position . Dick- ens was one year his junior in age , and at this time , viz . , 1837-38 , had reached almost the zenith of his reputation . Pickwick had ...
... period of his life - a comparison not as to their literary merits , but literary position . Dick- ens was one year his junior in age , and at this time , viz . , 1837-38 , had reached almost the zenith of his reputation . Pickwick had ...
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... period , has come to stand on a pedestal so high - the two exalted to so equal a vocation . And if Dickens showed the best of his power early in life , so did Thackeray the best of his intellect . In no display of mental force did he ...
... period , has come to stand on a pedestal so high - the two exalted to so equal a vocation . And if Dickens showed the best of his power early in life , so did Thackeray the best of his intellect . In no display of mental force did he ...
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... period during which he would not believe that her illness was more than illness , and then he clung to her and waited on her with an assiduity of affection which only made his task the more painful to him . At last it became evident ...
... period during which he would not believe that her illness was more than illness , and then he clung to her and waited on her with an assiduity of affection which only made his task the more painful to him . At last it became evident ...
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... period of forty years . He was always versifying . He once owed me five pounds seventeen shillings and six- pence , his share of a dinner bill at Richmond . He sent me a cheque for the amount in rhyme , giving the proper financial ...
... period of forty years . He was always versifying . He once owed me five pounds seventeen shillings and six- pence , his share of a dinner bill at Richmond . He sent me a cheque for the amount in rhyme , giving the proper financial ...
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Seite 118 - At the usual evening hour the chapel bell began to toll, and Thomas Newcome's hands outside the bed feebly beat time. And just as the last bell struck, a peculiar sweet smile shone over his face, and he lifted up his head a little, and quickly said, "Adsum!
Seite 186 - Ride your ways," said the gipsy, "ride your ways, Laird of Ellangowan — ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram ! — This day have ye quenched seven smoking hearths — see if the fire in your ain parlour burn the blyther for that Ye have riven the thack off seven cottar houses — look if your ain roof-tree stand the faster.
Seite 158 - So great a man he seems to me, that thinking of him is like thinking of an empire falling. We have other great names to mention — none I think, however, so great or so gloomy.
Seite 186 - Saxon gentlemen are laughing,' he said, 'because a poor man, such as me, thinks my life, or the life of six of my degree, is worth that of Vich Ian Vohr, it's like enough they may be very right ; but if they laugh because they think I would not keep my word, and come back to redeem him, I can tell them they ken neither the heart of a Hielandman, nor the honour of a gentleman.
Seite 181 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Seite 106 - Since the author of Tom Jones was buried, no writer of fiction among us has been permitted to depict to his utmost power a MAN.
Seite 176 - Tis a murderous knife to toast muffins upon. Long, long through the hours, and the night, and the chimes, Here we talk of old books, and old friends, and old times ; As we sit in a fog made of rich Latakie This chamber is pleasant to you, friend, and me. But of all the cheap treasures that garnish my nest...
Seite 128 - I thought, yes, like them that dream — them that dream. And then it went, 'They that sow in tears shall reap in joy ; and he that goeth forth and weepeth, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him;' I looked up from the book, and saw you.
Seite 95 - When the bell was rung, a head appeared between the interstices of the dining-room shutters, and the door was opened by a man in drab breeches and gaiters, with a dirty old coat, a foul old neckcloth lashed round his bristly neck, a shining bald head, a leering red face, a pair of twinkling grey eyes, and a mouth perpetually on the grin. "This Sir Pitt Crawley's?" says John, from the box. "Ees," says the man at the door, with a nod.
Seite 179 - I'd scarce a beard upon my face, And now a grizzled, grim old fogy, I sit and wait for Bouillabaisse. Where are you, old companions trusty, Of early days here met to dine ? Come, waiter! quick, a flagon crusty; I'll pledge them in the good old wine. The kind old voices and old faces...