The essays of Elia. A new edW. P. Hazard, 1857 |
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... scales of pauperism , with open door and a common staircase . After him they silently slunk in , and followed by stealth up four flights , and saw him tap at a poor wicket CHRIST'S HOSPITAL FIVE - AND - THIRTY YEARS AGO . 19.
... scales of pauperism , with open door and a common staircase . After him they silently slunk in , and followed by stealth up four flights , and saw him tap at a poor wicket CHRIST'S HOSPITAL FIVE - AND - THIRTY YEARS AGO . 19.
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... followed him ( now Bishop of Calcutta ) , a scholar and a gen- tleman in his teens . He has the reputation of an excellent critic ; and is author ( besides the Country Spectator ) of a Treatise on the Greek Article , against Sharpe . M ...
... followed him ( now Bishop of Calcutta ) , a scholar and a gen- tleman in his teens . He has the reputation of an excellent critic ; and is author ( besides the Country Spectator ) of a Treatise on the Greek Article , against Sharpe . M ...
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... followed ; where , I re- member , the transformation of the magistrates into reverend bel- dams seemed to me a piece of grave historic justice , and the tailor carrying his own head to be as sober a verity as the legend of St. Denys ...
... followed ; where , I re- member , the transformation of the magistrates into reverend bel- dams seemed to me a piece of grave historic justice , and the tailor carrying his own head to be as sober a verity as the legend of St. Denys ...
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... followed in quick succession . It was the Way of the World . I think I must have sat at it as grave as a judge ; for , I remember , the hysteric affectations of good Lady Wishfort affected me like some solemn tragic passion . Robinson ...
... followed in quick succession . It was the Way of the World . I think I must have sat at it as grave as a judge ; for , I remember , the hysteric affectations of good Lady Wishfort affected me like some solemn tragic passion . Robinson ...
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... followed after that , as by some growing ( and not mechanical ) process , thought springs up after thought , I would almost say , as they were watered by her tears . So in those fine lines- Write loyal cantos of contemned love— Halloo ...
... followed after that , as by some growing ( and not mechanical ) process , thought springs up after thought , I would almost say , as they were watered by her tears . So in those fine lines- Write loyal cantos of contemned love— Halloo ...
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admired April Fool beauty Benchers better Bo-bo Bridget character child CHRIST'S HOSPITAL comedy common confess countenance cousin day's pleasuring dear dreams Elgin marble Elia face fancy fear feel gentle gentleman give Gladmans grace guests hand hath head heard heart Hertfordshire honor hour humor imagination impertinent Inner Temple kind knew lady less lived look Malvolio manner Margate matter mind moral morning nature never night occasion once passed passion person play pleasant pleasure poor present pretty quadrille Quakers reason remember ROBERT WILLIAM ELLISTON scarce scene seemed seen sense sight Sir Philip Sydney Sizar smile sometimes sort speak spirit stand sure sweet taste tender theatre thee thing thou thought tion Titian told true truth walk watchet Wheathampstead whist young younkers youth
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Сторінка 26 - CVL , with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Сторінка 84 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Сторінка 157 - The ears of Ho-ti tingled with horror. He cursed his son, and he cursed himself that ever he should beget a son that should eat burnt pig.
Сторінка 160 - See him in the dish, his second cradle, how meek he lieth ! — wouldst thou have had this innocent grow up to the grossness and indocility which too often accompany maturer swinehood ? Ten to one he would have proved a glutton, a sloven, an obstinate, disagreeable animal — wallowing in all manner of filthy conversation — from these sins he is happily snatched away — Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade, Death came with timely care...
Сторінка 114 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Сторінка 112 - I WAS born, and passed the first seven years of my life, in the Temple. Its church, its halls, its gardens, its fountain, its river, I had almost said — for in those young years, what was this king of rivers to me but a stream that watered our pleasant places ? — these are of my oldest recollections.
Сторінка 206 - I dream away my life in others' speculations. I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking I am reading ; I cannot sit and think. Books think for me.
Сторінка 158 - Bo-bo was strictly enjoined not to let the secret escape, for the neighbors would certainly have stoned them for a couple of abominable wretches, who could think of improving upon the good meat which God had sent them. Nevertheless, strange stories got about. It was observed that Ho-ti's cottage was burnt down now more frequently than ever. Nothing but fires from this time forward. Some would break out in broad day, others in the night-time. As often as the sow farrowed, so sure was the house of...
Сторінка 40 - ... smack of the rough magnanimity of the old English vein ? Do they not fortify like a cordial ; enlarging the heart, and productive of sweet blood, and generous spirits, in the concoction? Where be those puling fears of death, just now expressed or affected ? — Passed like a...
Сторінка 158 - ... it asunder, thrust the lesser half by main force into the fists of Ho-ti, still shouting out, "Eat, eat, eat the burnt pig, father, only taste, — O Lord," — with suchlike barbarous ejaculations, cramming all the while as if he would choke.