Modern Statesmen, Or Sketches from the Strangers' Gallery of the House of CommonsWilliam Tweedie, 337, Strand, 1861 - 300 стор. |
З цієї книги
Результати 1-5 із 44
Сторінка 12
... better than one of the wicked , under the shadow of the gigan- tic despot who holds France in his mailed hand , before Austrian Kaiser , Russian Czar , Yankee backwoodsman , or astonished citizen of Timbuctoo , he exclaims , " Civis ...
... better than one of the wicked , under the shadow of the gigan- tic despot who holds France in his mailed hand , before Austrian Kaiser , Russian Czar , Yankee backwoodsman , or astonished citizen of Timbuctoo , he exclaims , " Civis ...
Сторінка 16
... better wash than fast to keep off the cholera - was never on the platform at Exeter Hall : yet is he popular . With the exception of once presiding at the distribution of prizes at the University College , London , and a visit to ...
... better wash than fast to keep off the cholera - was never on the platform at Exeter Hall : yet is he popular . With the exception of once presiding at the distribution of prizes at the University College , London , and a visit to ...
Сторінка 36
... better ? ) Since the time of Charlemagne . " And I have lived to see the House of Commons grow restive under his leadership , his followers diminished , and the country , if not weary of , at any rate very in- different to , the man . I ...
... better ? ) Since the time of Charlemagne . " And I have lived to see the House of Commons grow restive under his leadership , his followers diminished , and the country , if not weary of , at any rate very in- different to , the man . I ...
Сторінка 45
... better than any man living . His percep- tion of it has been the secret of his success and the pole - star of his life . In developing this idea , he makes sad havoc of old notions and party cries . An M.P. present in the House when ...
... better than any man living . His percep- tion of it has been the secret of his success and the pole - star of his life . In developing this idea , he makes sad havoc of old notions and party cries . An M.P. present in the House when ...
Сторінка 46
... better than a brute . A nation may fight to revenge the wrongs of oppressed nationalities , but ere it does this , it must have done its duty to itself . Yet , in the middle classes nine men out of ten tell you what a pity it is that Mr ...
... better than a brute . A nation may fight to revenge the wrongs of oppressed nationalities , but ere it does this , it must have done its duty to itself . Yet , in the middle classes nine men out of ten tell you what a pity it is that Mr ...
Інші видання - Показати все
Загальні терміни та фрази
admire assembly baronet become believe Bentinck better born borough Cabinet career character Church Cobden Conservative constituency country gentleman debate Derby Disraeli Dissenters Drummond Duncombe eloquence England English eyes face favour feeling Frederick Peel Free Trade friends gallery Gladstone honour Horsman House of Commons John Arthur Roebuck land laugh lawyer less liberal Lindsay lived lobby London look Lord George Bentinck Lord John Russell Lord Palmerston Lord Stanley lordship Manchester manner Marylebone matter ment nation never night opinions Opposition orator Parliament parliamentary party patriot peace political politician poor popular Premier principles question Reform Bill representative Roebuck seat seems side Sidney Herbert Sir Bulwer Sir Charles Sir James Graham Sir John Pakington Sir Robert Peel sits speak speaker speech stand statesman strangers success sure tells things tion Treasury Bench triumph true truth utter voice vote Whig Whipper-in wonder
Популярні уривки
Сторінка 89 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence; ripen, fall and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
Сторінка 188 - Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin, That never has known the Barber's shear All your wish is woman to win, This is the way that boys begin, — Wait till you come to Forty Year.
Сторінка 65 - Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
Сторінка 288 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Сторінка 243 - It was impossible that he could have marked them without emotion : the flower of that great party which had been so proud to follow one who had been so proud to lead them. They were men to gain whose hearts and the hearts of their fathers had been the aim and exultation of his life. They had extended to him an unlimited confidence and an admiration without stint. They had...
Сторінка 18 - Life is a Jest, and all Things show it; I thought so once, but now I know it.
Сторінка 162 - Dulness o'er all possess'd her ancient right, Daughter of Chaos and eternal Night : Fate in their dotage this fair idiot gave, Gross as her sire, and as her mother grave, Laborious, heavy, busy, bold, and blind, She ruled, in native anarchy, the mind.
Сторінка 7 - What is it to me," he said on another occasion, "who is made a judge or who is a bishop? It is my business to make kings and emperors, and to maintain the balance of Europe.
Сторінка 73 - There was something very remarkable in his countenance — the commandments were written on his face, and I have often told him there was not a crime he might not commit with impunity, as no judge or jury who saw him, would give the smallest degree of credit to any evidence against him: there was in his look a calm settled love of all that was honourable and good — an air of wisdom and of sweetness; you saw at once that he was a great man, whom nature had intended for a leader of human beings;...
Сторінка 153 - But now the whole ROUND TABLE is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world; And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.