An Introduction to the Study of English FictionD.C. Heath & Company, 1894 - 240 Seiten Discusses the development of English fiction and the evolution of the English novel for a better apprehension of the included sample texts. |
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acquaintance adventures Allworthy answered appeared Arcadia Arvalio aunt beauty Beowulf Blifil born Carmela century character child Corporal cries daughter dear Defoe Defoe's Dickens Doron doth Émile Zola England English fiction Euphues euphuistic eyes fancy father favor Fielding's Forbonius fortune Geats gentleman George Eliot governess Greene's Grendel Grendel's mother hand happy hath heart hero Honor Horn Hrothgar Jane Austen Jones King King Horn knew la'ship lady literature lived look lover madam matter mind misfortunes mistress Moll Flanders nature never night novelists Pamela passion pleasure poor Prisceria quoth my uncle realistic Richardson romance Rymenhild scene shepherd Soldyvius sorrow squire story story-tellers sure sweet tell thee things Thomas Lodge Thomas Nash thou shalt thought tion told Tolstoi Tom Jones took Trim true turn uncle Toby W. D. Howells Western woman writers young Zola
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Seite 51 - I'll not hurt a hair of thy head: — Go, says he, lifting up the sash, and opening his hand as he spoke, to let it escape; — go, poor devil, get thee gone, why should I hurt thee? — This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.
Seite 135 - AH, what is love? It is a pretty thing, -£*- As sweet unto a shepherd as a king; And sweeter too, For kings have cares that wait upon a crown, And cares can make the sweetest love to frown: Ah then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, What lady would not love a shepherd swain?
Seite 225 - ... said my uncle Toby), — he was heartily welcome to it. He made a very low bow (which was meant to your honour), but no answer — for his heart was full — so he went up stairs with the toast. I warrant you, my dear, said I, as I opened the kitchen door, your father will be well again.
Seite 222 - Nicholas ; and, besides, it is so cold and rainy a night, that what with the roquelaure, and what with the weather, 'twill be enough to give your honour your death, and bring on your honour's torment in your groin.
Seite 227 - I wish, said my uncle Toby, with a deep sigh — I wish, Trim, I was asleep. Your honour, replied the corporal, is too much concerned; — shall I pour your honour out a glass of sack to your pipe? — Do, Trim, said my uncle Toby.
Seite 224 - I was answered, an' please your honour, that he had no servant with him; that he had come to the inn with hired horses, which, upon finding himself unable to proceed, (to join, I suppose, the regiment) he had dismissed the morning after he came. — If [348] I get better, my dear, said he, as he gave his purse to his son to pay the man, — we can hire horses from hence.
Seite 136 - As doth the king upon his beds of down ; More sounder too, For cares cause kings full oft their sleep to spill, Where weary shepherds lie and snort their fill. Ah then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires...
Seite 226 - Flanders, and remember him, - but 'tis most likely, as I had not the honour of any acquaintance with him, that he knows nothing of me. - You will tell him, however, that the person his good-nature has laid under obligations to him, is one Le Fever, a lieutenant in Angus's - but he knows me not...
Seite 221 - ... exquisite pain) when my uncle Toby dined or supped alone, he would never suffer the Corporal to stand ; and the poor fellow's veneration for his master was such that, with a proper artillery, my uncle Toby could have taken Dendermond itself with less trouble than he was able to gain this point over him ; for many a time, when my uncle Toby supposed the Corporal's leg was at rest, he would look back, and detect him standing behind him with the most dutiful respect. — This bred more little squabbles...
Seite 229 - THE sun looked bright the morning after to every eye in the village but Le Fevre's and his afflicted son's ; the hand of death pressed heavy upon his eyelids, and hardly could the wheel at the cistern turn round its circle, when my Uncle Toby, who had rose up an hour before his wonted time, entered the lieutenant's room, and, without preface, or apology, sat himself down...