The Works of William Makepeace Thackeray, Том 7Harper & bros., 1898 |
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... face page xvi FIGURE OF A LADY page xvii MEMOIRS OF LIEUT . - GENERAL WEBB ( I. ) . To face page XX 99 ( II . ) XX 29 99 " " ( III . ) XX 99 SIR CHARLES GRANDISON - ESMOND . MALBROOK S'EN VA - T - EN GUERRE page xxii xxvi 19 EXTERIOR OF ...
... face page xvi FIGURE OF A LADY page xvii MEMOIRS OF LIEUT . - GENERAL WEBB ( I. ) . To face page XX 99 ( II . ) XX 29 99 " " ( III . ) XX 99 SIR CHARLES GRANDISON - ESMOND . MALBROOK S'EN VA - T - EN GUERRE page xxii xxvi 19 EXTERIOR OF ...
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... face , and should have liked to take him by the hand . So here it is after fifteen years , think I , here's the fame they talk about : my impression though was one of awe and humility rather than exultation , and to pray God I might ...
... face , and should have liked to take him by the hand . So here it is after fifteen years , think I , here's the fame they talk about : my impression though was one of awe and humility rather than exultation , and to pray God I might ...
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... face , which was as beautiful as that of a cherub , and she came up and put out a little hand to him . A keen and delightful pang of gratitude , happiness , affection , filled the orphan child's heart as he received from the protectors ...
... face , which was as beautiful as that of a cherub , and she came up and put out a little hand to him . A keen and delightful pang of gratitude , happiness , affection , filled the orphan child's heart as he received from the protectors ...
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... face and eyelids , as she bobbed her head out of the coach window , meaning , no doubt , to be very gracious ; and one old woman said , Lady Isabel ! lord - a- mercy , it's Lady Jezebel ! " a name by which the enemies of the * Lionel ...
... face and eyelids , as she bobbed her head out of the coach window , meaning , no doubt , to be very gracious ; and one old woman said , Lady Isabel ! lord - a- mercy , it's Lady Jezebel ! " a name by which the enemies of the * Lionel ...
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... face was washed , and the Father's own dress arranged , Harry's guide took him once more to the door by which my Lord had entered the hall , and up a stair , and through an ante - room to my Lady's drawing - room - an apartment than ...
... face was washed , and the Father's own dress arranged , Harry's guide took him once more to the door by which my Lord had entered the hall , and up a stair , and through an ante - room to my Lady's drawing - room - an apartment than ...
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Сторінка 486 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
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Сторінка 471 - I live a rent-charge on his providence: But you, whom every muse and grace adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born, Be kind to my remains; and oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend!
Сторінка 707 - I consider it an indispensable duty to close this last act of my official life by commending the interests of our dearest country to the protection of Almighty God, and those who have the superintendence of them to His holy keeping. Having now finished the work assigned me, I retire from the great theatre of action, and bidding an affectionate farewell to this august body, under whose orders I have so long acted, I here offer my commission, and take my leave of all the employments of public life.
Сторінка 512 - And you, who never fell from pride : You who in different sects were shamm'd, And come to see each other damn'd ; (So some folk told you, but they knew No more of Jove's designs than you ;) — The world's mad business now is o'er, And I resent these pranks no more. — I to such blockheads set my wit ! I damn such fools ! — -Go, go, you're bit.
Сторінка 556 - Nor public flame, nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine Lo, thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.