ThackerayHarper & Brothers, 1879 - 206 Seiten |
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... poor maiden - hearts broken and weary ; Sing we a litany , Wail we and weep we a wild miserere ! Yes , ' twas Elizabeth ; - Yes , ' twas their girl ; Pale was her cheek , and her Hair out of curl . " Mother ! " the loved one , Blushing ...
... poor maiden - hearts broken and weary ; Sing we a litany , Wail we and weep we a wild miserere ! Yes , ' twas Elizabeth ; - Yes , ' twas their girl ; Pale was her cheek , and her Hair out of curl . " Mother ! " the loved one , Blushing ...
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... poor Maryanne , the fellow - servant who had loved him in his kitchen days . Then there follows that wonderful bai- lad , Jeames of Backley Square . Upon this he writes an angry letter to Punch , dated from his chambers in The Albany ...
... poor Maryanne , the fellow - servant who had loved him in his kitchen days . Then there follows that wonderful bai- lad , Jeames of Backley Square . Upon this he writes an angry letter to Punch , dated from his chambers in The Albany ...
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... poor men's doors , and kicking at the gates of emperors . ' It is a great mistake to judge of snobs lightly , and think they exist among the lower classes merely . An immense per- centage of snobs , I believe , is to be found in every ...
... poor men's doors , and kicking at the gates of emperors . ' It is a great mistake to judge of snobs lightly , and think they exist among the lower classes merely . An immense per- centage of snobs , I believe , is to be found in every ...
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... poor man to a wretched immortality , and another was called pitilessly over the coals because he had mixed a grain of flattery with a bushel of truth . Thackeray tells us that he was born to hunt out snobs , as certain dogs are trained ...
... poor man to a wretched immortality , and another was called pitilessly over the coals because he had mixed a grain of flattery with a bushel of truth . Thackeray tells us that he was born to hunt out snobs , as certain dogs are trained ...
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... poor , and are never allowed to take their food with their fellow- students . That arrangements fit for past times are not fit for these is true enough . Consequently , they should grad- ually be changed , and from day to day are ...
... poor , and are never allowed to take their food with their fellow- students . That arrangements fit for past times are not fit for these is true enough . Consequently , they should grad- ually be changed , and from day to day are ...
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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...