The history of PendennisEstes & Lauriat, 1896 |
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... he honest ? Does he tell the truth in the main ? Does he seem actuated by a desire to find out and speak it ? Is he a quack , who shams sentiment , or mouths for effect ? Does he seek popularity by claptraps or other arts ? I can no.
... he honest ? Does he tell the truth in the main ? Does he seem actuated by a desire to find out and speak it ? Is he a quack , who shams sentiment , or mouths for effect ? Does he seek popularity by claptraps or other arts ? I can no.
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... tell the truth . If there is not that , there is nothing . Perhaps the lovers of " excitement " may care to know , that this book began with a very precise plan , which was entirely put aside . Ladies and gentlemen , you were to have ...
... tell the truth . If there is not that , there is nothing . Perhaps the lovers of " excitement " may care to know , that this book began with a very precise plan , which was entirely put aside . Ladies and gentlemen , you were to have ...
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... tell us aright , whom Pen was always studying ; and which , ladies , you have rightly guessed to be that of Love . Pen sighed for it first in secret , and , like the love - sick swain in Ovid , opened his breast and said , " Aura , veni ...
... tell us aright , whom Pen was always studying ; and which , ladies , you have rightly guessed to be that of Love . Pen sighed for it first in secret , and , like the love - sick swain in Ovid , opened his breast and said , " Aura , veni ...
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... Tell us , old chap , is she handsome ? has she got blue eyes or black ? " But Doctor Portman's curate , heaving a gentle sigh , cast up his eyes to the ceiling , and begged Pen faintly to change the conversation . Poor Smirke ! He ...
... Tell us , old chap , is she handsome ? has she got blue eyes or black ? " But Doctor Portman's curate , heaving a gentle sigh , cast up his eyes to the ceiling , and begged Pen faintly to change the conversation . Poor Smirke ! He ...
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... tell the other what he felt ; he could not have spoken , just then , to any mortal . Besides , Pendennis did not quite know what he felt yet ; it was something overwhelming , madden- ing , delicious ; a fever of wild joy and undefined ...
... tell the other what he felt ; he could not have spoken , just then , to any mortal . Besides , Pendennis did not quite know what he felt yet ; it was something overwhelming , madden- ing , delicious ; a fever of wild joy and undefined ...
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acquaintance admiration Arthur Pendennis asked Baronet Baymouth beautiful began Bell Bingley Blanche blushed Boniface Bows called Captain Costigan carriage Chatteris Clavering Park cried Curate daugh daughter dear delighted dinner Doctor Portman Douglas Ives Duke of Kent Emily eyes face Fairoaks father Foker girl Glanders hand happy heart Helen honest honor knew laughing letter little Laura London looked Lord Lord Steyne Madame Fribsby Major Pendennis marriage marry Milly Miss Amory Miss Costigan Miss Fotheringay mother nephew never night Oxbridge passion Pen's Pendennis's play Pontypool poor Pen pretty Pynsent round Saint Boniface Sir Derby Sir Francis Sir Francis Clavering smile Smirke sure talk Tatham tender theatre thought took tutor uncle verses Wagg walked widow wine woman women wonder young fellow young gentleman young lady young rascal
Beliebte Passagen
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 xi - ONE fine morning in the full London season, Major Arthur Pendennis came over from his lodgings, according to his custom, to breakfast at a certain Club in Pall Mall, of which he was a chief ornament.
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...