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... seen walking into his own house a few hours after his death . We have a picture kindly given to us by the ' Rennell Rodds ; it is that of an old lady sitting in a red velvet chair . She wears long white gloves up to her elbows , a grey ...
... seen walking into his own house a few hours after his death . We have a picture kindly given to us by the ' Rennell Rodds ; it is that of an old lady sitting in a red velvet chair . She wears long white gloves up to her elbows , a grey ...
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... seen any picture of Mrs. Amelia Thackeray , but there are pretty miniatures of Mrs. Peter Moore , gay , and sprightly , and of another sister , Mrs. Evans , a very charming person to look at . The Webbs , if they took after my father's ...
... seen any picture of Mrs. Amelia Thackeray , but there are pretty miniatures of Mrs. Peter Moore , gay , and sprightly , and of another sister , Mrs. Evans , a very charming person to look at . The Webbs , if they took after my father's ...
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... seen from the facsimiles here given how great his taste was , and THE COURSE . PEOPLE AT TABLE . * An Indian correspondent has sent me the photograph of the tall obelisk put up to the memory of Richmond Thackeray . with all sympathy and ...
... seen from the facsimiles here given how great his taste was , and THE COURSE . PEOPLE AT TABLE . * An Indian correspondent has sent me the photograph of the tall obelisk put up to the memory of Richmond Thackeray . with all sympathy and ...
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... seen . In 1793 , Dr. Rennell of the Temple wrote a sermon against card - playing , and put it under Fox's door in South Street . A friend of mine , one of the few great whist - players still ex- tant in London , told me that he knew a ...
... seen . In 1793 , Dr. Rennell of the Temple wrote a sermon against card - playing , and put it under Fox's door in South Street . A friend of mine , one of the few great whist - players still ex- tant in London , told me that he knew a ...
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... seen him cantering up Rotten Row of a summer's evening on his well - groomed hack , perfuming the air as he fanned the flies from his noble horse with his well - scented handkerchief , and to observe him in the crush - room of the opera ...
... seen him cantering up Rotten Row of a summer's evening on his well - groomed hack , perfuming the air as he fanned the flies from his noble horse with his well - scented handkerchief , and to observe him in the crush - room of the opera ...
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admirable artist BALLADS beat beautiful better bless Bouillabaisse brave Brentford Buckley Square Charles Lock Eastlake charming church colour Cossacks cried Cruikshank Danton dear drawing eyes face fair fancy father figures Fraser's Magazine friars gallery gamboge gate gentle gentleman George George Cruikshank grace hand Hayes head hear heard heart Heaven honest honour humour Hyacinth Jack John Hayes King Kioff lady laugh Lille look Lord Miss MORRISANIA never night noble O'Brine o'er painted painter peace picture Pimlico poor portrait praise pray pretty Prince Queen round Royal Saint Willibald Shannon shore sing smiling sure sweet sword tell Thackeray thee There's Thespis thou thought Titian Titmarsh town Twas Vich W. M. THACKERAY William Makepeace Thackeray wonderful wondrous word York Public York Public Library young
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Seite 340 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.
Seite 57 - Come wealth or want, come good or ill, Let young and old accept their part, And bow before the Awful Will, And bear it with an honest heart, Who misses or who wins the prize. — Go, lose or conquer as you can ; But if you fail, or if you rise, Be each, pray God, a gentleman.
Seite 81 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Seite 55 - I'd say, we suffer and we strive Not less nor more as men than boys; With grizzled beards at forty-five, As erst at twelve, in corduroys. And if, in time of sacred youth, We learned at home to love and pray, Pray heaven, that early love and truth May never wholly pass away.
Seite 94 - Loose the chain, unbind the ring, I am daughter of the king, And I claim the Indian right!" Dauntlessly aside she flings Lifted axe and thirsty knife; Fondly to his heart she clings, And her bosom guards his life! In the woods of Powhattan, Still 'tis told by Indian fires, How a daughter of their sires Saved the captive Englishman.
Seite 48 - I've a snug little kingdom up four pair of stairs. To mount to this realm is a toil, to be sure, But the fire there is bright and the air rather pure ; And the view I behold on a sunshiny day Is grand through the chimney-pots over the way. This snug little chamber is...
Seite 57 - Heaven on high, it said, And peace on earth to gentle men. My song, save this, is little worth ; I lay the weary pen aside, And wish you health, and love, and mirth, As fits the solemn Christmas-tide. As fits the holy Christmas birth, Be this, good friends, our carol still — Be peace on earth, be peace on earth, To men of gentle will.
Seite 99 - To gorging Jack says guzzling Jimmy, "We've nothing left, us must eat we." Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy, "With one another we shouldn't agree! There's little Bill, he's young and tender, We're old and tough, so let's eat he." "Oh! Billy, we're going to kill and eat you, So undo the button of your chemie.
Seite 14 - He captured many thousand guns ; He wrote " The Great " before his name ; And dying, only left his sons The recollection of his shame. Though more than half the world was his, He died without a rood his own ; And borrow'd from his enemies Six foot of ground to lie upon. He fought a thousand glorious wars, And more than half the world was his, And somewhere now, in yonder stars, Can tell, mayhap, what greatness is.
Seite 56 - Who knows the inscrutable design ? Blessed be He who took and gave ! Why should your mother, Charles, not mine, Be weeping at her darling's grave ?* We bow to Heaven that willed it so, That darkly rules the fate of all, That sends the respite or the blow, That's free to give, or to recall.