The Works of William Makepeace Thackeray, Том 7Harper & bros., 1898 |
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... manner it would shock me to see my cousins bleed . I did not ask your ladies the other day , because of my natural blushing bashfulness , and be- cause I did not know whether ladies could attend ; but at Oxford there were dons and their ...
... manner it would shock me to see my cousins bleed . I did not ask your ladies the other day , because of my natural blushing bashfulness , and be- cause I did not know whether ladies could attend ; but at Oxford there were dons and their ...
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... manner of reading How doth the little Busy Bee ' was highly impressive ; and his vivid yet delicate description of the Author of Robinson Crusoe ' in the Pillory , drew tears from every eye . Among the company present we remarked Messrs ...
... manner of reading How doth the little Busy Bee ' was highly impressive ; and his vivid yet delicate description of the Author of Robinson Crusoe ' in the Pillory , drew tears from every eye . Among the company present we remarked Messrs ...
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... manner of life than here in London , and I shall like my women to make music for me . I should read all the books that granny wishes , if I were you ; and you must come to your own deductions about them , as every honest man and woman ...
... manner of life than here in London , and I shall like my women to make music for me . I should read all the books that granny wishes , if I were you ; and you must come to your own deductions about them , as every honest man and woman ...
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... manner ) , got her no favour at first in the county or village . By far the greater part of the estate of Castlewood had been confiscated , and been parcelled out to Commonwealth - men . One or two of these old Cromwellian soldiers were ...
... manner ) , got her no favour at first in the county or village . By far the greater part of the estate of Castlewood had been confiscated , and been parcelled out to Commonwealth - men . One or two of these old Cromwellian soldiers were ...
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... manner of Queen Elizabeth's time , with great stained windows at either end , and hangings of tapestry , which the sun shining through the coloured glass painted of a thousand hues ; and here in state , by the fire , sate a lady , to ...
... manner of Queen Elizabeth's time , with great stained windows at either end , and hangings of tapestry , which the sun shining through the coloured glass painted of a thousand hues ; and here in state , by the fire , sate a lady , to ...
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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.