The Caxtons: A Family Picture, Том 1B. Tauchnitz, 1849 - 299 стор. |
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ambition amidst ANTANACLASIS APOSIOPESIS asked Austin better Blanche brother brow called Captain Roland Caxton CHAPTER child Chimæras cried dear door drew earwigs eyes face fancy Fanny Trevanion father fear feel fellow felt fortune gentleman hand happy head heard heart heaven honour hope James's Square knew Lady Ellinor laugh leave lips live London look Lord Castleton marriage mind Miss Trevanion mother nature never night once Oxton passion pause Peacock perhaps Philhellenic Pisistratus poor Primmins Robert Hall round ruin scalene triangle seemed Sir Sedley Beaudesert Sisty smile Squills stood sure talk tell thee thing thou thought Tibbets took turned Ulverstone Uncle Jack Uncle Roland uncle's vanion Vivian voice walk William Caxton window woman wonder word young youth
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Сторінка 251 - He had, to a morbid excess, that desire to rise which is vulgarly called ambition, but no wish for the esteem or the love of his species; only the hard wish to succeed— not shine, not serve— succeed, that he might have the right to despise a world which galled his self-conceit.
Сторінка 251 - Passion in him comprehended many of the worst emotions which militate against human happiness. You could not contradict him, but you raised quick choler; you could not speak of wealth, but his cheek paled with gnawing envy. The astonishing natural...
Сторінка 17 - My father was seated on the lawn before the house, his straw hat over his eyes (it was summer), and his book on his lap. Suddenly a beautiful delf blue-and-white flower-pot, which had been set on the window-sill of an upper story, fell to the ground with a crash, and the fragments spluttered up round my father's legs.
Сторінка 285 - I have known some people in great sorrow fly to a novel, or the last light book in fashion. One might as well take a rose-draught for the plague ! Light reading does not do when the heart is really heavy. I am told that Goethe, when he lost his son, took to study a science that was new to him. Ah ! Goethe was a physician who knew what he was about.
Сторінка 19 - I have narrated, he gave me one far exceeding in value those usually bestowed on children, — it was a beautiful large domino-box in cut ivory, painted and gilt. This domino-box was my delight. I was never weary of playing at dominoes with Mrs. Primmins, and I slept with the box under my pillow. "Ah !" said my father one day when he found me ranging the ivory parallelograms in the parlour, " ah ! you like that better than all your playthings, eh?" " 0 yes, papa." " You would be very sorry if your...
Сторінка 30 - A more lying, round-about, puzzleheaded delusion than that by which we confuse the clear instincts of truth in our accursed system of spelling was never concocted by the father of falsehood. How can a system of education flourish that begins by so monstrous a falsehood, which the sense of hearing suffices to contradict?
Сторінка 30 - A more lying, roundabout, puzzle-headed delusion than that by which we CONFUSE the clear instincts of truth in our accursed systems of spelling, was never concocted by the father of falsehood.
Сторінка 20 - My father stopped at a nursery gardener's, and after looking over the flowers, paused before a large double geranium. " Ah ! this is finer than that which your mamma was so fond of. What is the cost, sir ? " " Only 7s. 6rf.," said the gardener. My father buttoned up his pocket. " I can't afford it to-day," said he, gently, and we walked out.
Сторінка 72 - Or pore over you through a microscope, to see how your blood circulates from the crown of your head to the sole of your foot...
Сторінка 290 - I confess that it was with some reluctance I obeyed. I went back to my own room, and sate resolutely down to my task. Are there any of you, my readers, who have not read the Life of Robert Hall ? If so, in the words of the great Captain Cuttle, 'When found, make a note of it.