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The History of Pendennis: His Fortunes And Misfortunes, His Friends And His ...
J. Stewart,William Thackeray
Eingeschränkte Leseprobe - 1986
acquaintance admiration Amory appeared arms Arthur asked beautiful began Bell Blanche Bows brought called Captain Chatteris Clavering conversation Costigan course cried daughter dear delighted dinner Doctor engaged eyes face Fairoaks father fellow felt Foker Francis gave gentleman girl give hand happy head hear heard heart Helen honor hope kind knew lady laughing Laura letter live London looked Lord Madame Major Pendennis manner marriage marry means mind Miss Fotheringay morning mother never night once Oxbridge Park passed Pen's perhaps person play pleasure poor Portman present pretty respect round seen Smirke society speak Strong sure talk tell thing thought told took town uncle voice walked wanted widow woman women wonder young
Seite 96 - It is best to love wisely, no doubt : but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.
Seite 202 - Clavering westwards towards the sea — the place appears to be so cheery and comfortable that many a traveller's heart must have yearned towards it from the coach-top, and he must have thought that it was in such a calm friendly nook he would like to shelter at the end of life's struggle.
Seite 78 - In love with such a little ojus wretch as that stunted manager of a Bingley?" She bristled with indignation at the thought. Pen explained it was not of her he spoke, but of Ophelia of the play. " Oh, indeed ; if no offence was meant, none was taken : but as for Bingley, indeed, she did not value him — not that glass of punch." Pen next tried her on Kotzebue. " Kotzebue ? who was he 1 " — " The author of the play in which she had been performing so admirably.
Seite 222 - Ah, sir — a distinct universe walks about under your hat and under mine — all things in nature are different to each — the woman we look at has not the same features, the dish we eat from has not the same taste to the one and the other — you and I are but a pair of infinite isolations, with some 161 fellow-islands a little more or less near to us.
Seite v - 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. We must drape him, and give him a certain conventional simper. Society will not tolerate the Natural in our Art.
Seite 34 - Pen never liked to halt, but made his tutor construe when he was at fault, and thus galloped through the Iliad and the Odyssey, the tragic play-writers, and the charming wicked Aristophanes (whom he vowed to be the greatest poet of all). But he went so fast that, though he certainly galloped through a considerable extent of the ancient country, he clean forgot it in after-life, and had only...