The Works of William Makepeace Thackeray, Том 7Harper & bros., 1898 |
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... seen the MSS . as it was written by Mr. Crowe to dictation , and also with pages in our own youthful handwriting , I cannot remember either the writing or the dictating , nor even hearing " Esmond " spoken of except very rarely . My ...
... seen the MSS . as it was written by Mr. Crowe to dictation , and also with pages in our own youthful handwriting , I cannot remember either the writing or the dictating , nor even hearing " Esmond " spoken of except very rarely . My ...
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... seen the first volume , and pronounces it ' admirable and odious . ' Well , I think it is very well done , and very melancholy too ; but the melancholy part ends with Vol . 1 , and everybody begins to move and be more cheerful . " " I ...
... seen the first volume , and pronounces it ' admirable and odious . ' Well , I think it is very well done , and very melancholy too ; but the melancholy part ends with Vol . 1 , and everybody begins to move and be more cheerful . " " I ...
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... seen it when he was in Dresden about 1851 . Mr. Egg , R.A. , painted a picture of Beatrix and Esmond , which is now in the National Gallery , and which my father went to look at in the artist's studio ; but there is a much more striking ...
... seen it when he was in Dresden about 1851 . Mr. Egg , R.A. , painted a picture of Beatrix and Esmond , which is now in the National Gallery , and which my father went to look at in the artist's studio ; but there is a much more striking ...
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... seen there has been an absurd outcry here about neglected men of genius , about the excuses to be made for literary men ; they are to get drunk , to bilk their tradesmen , to leave their children without bread ! ... " I have been ...
... seen there has been an absurd outcry here about neglected men of genius , about the excuses to be made for literary men ; they are to get drunk , to bilk their tradesmen , to leave their children without bread ! ... " I have been ...
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... seen are odious to me . D'Aubigné , I believe , is the best man of the modern French Reformers ; and a worse guide to historical truth ( for one who has a reputation ) I don't know . If M. Gossaint argues that because our Lord quoted ...
... seen are odious to me . D'Aubigné , I believe , is the best man of the modern French Reformers ; and a worse guide to historical truth ( for one who has a reputation ) I don't know . If M. Gossaint argues that because our Lord quoted ...
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Сторінка 604 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven.
Сторінка 547 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?
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.
Сторінка 683 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Сторінка 610 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down...
Сторінка 555 - She comes ! she comes ! the sable throne behold Of Night primeval and of Chaos old ! Before her, fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
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.