Tales of a Traveller

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Longsmans, Green, and Company, 1898
 

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Сторінка 52 - ... upon his bosom. The next morning the student left his bride sleeping, and sallied forth at an early hour to seek more spacious apartments, suitable to the change in his situation. When he returned, he found the stranger lying with her head hanging over the bed, and one arm thrown over it. He spoke to her, but received no reply. He advanced to awaken her from her uneasy posture. On taking her hand, it was cold — there was no pulsation — her face was pallid and ghastly — in a word, she was...
Сторінка 8 - There is a certain relief in change even though it be from bad to worse ! As I have found in, travelling in a stage-coach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.
Сторінка 123 - Islington;" the remains of a hunting-seat of Queen Elizabeth, where she took the pleasure of the country when the neighbourhood was all woodland. What gave it particular interest in my eyes was the circumstance that it had been the residence of a poet. It was here Goldsmith resided when he wrote his Deserted Village.
Сторінка 101 - For my part I consider a story merely as a frame on which to stretch my materials. It is the play of thought, and sentiment and language; the weaving in of characters, lightly yet expressively delineated; the familiar and faithful exhibition of scenes in common life; and the half concealed vein of humour that is often playing through the whole — these are among what I aim at, and upon which I felicitate myself in proportion as I think I succeed.
Сторінка 143 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Сторінка 338 - I mistake not," said Tom, sturdily, " you are he commonly called Old Scratch." " The same, at your service ! " replied the black man, with a half civil nod. Such was the opening of this interview, according to the old story ; though it has almost too familiar an air to be credited. One would think that to meet with such a singular personage, in this wild, lonely place, would have shaken any man's nerves ; but Tom was a hard-minded fellow...
Сторінка 101 - Tis a very good world we live in, To lend, or to spend, or to give in; But to beg, or to borrow, or get a man's own, 'Tis the very worst world that ever was known.
Сторінка 323 - ... it roars with might and main, like a bull bellowing for more drink ; but when the tide is full, it relapses into quiet, and, for a time, sleeps as soundly as an alderman after dinner.
Сторінка 335 - Tom's wife was a tall termagant, fierce of temper, loud of tongue, and strong of arm. Her voice was often heard in wordy warfare with her husband ; and his face sometimes showed signs that their conflicts were not confined to words. No one ventured, however, to interfere between them. The lonely wayfarer shrunk within himself at the horrid clamor and clapper-clawing ; eyed the den of discord askance ; and hurried on his way, rejoicing, if a bachelor, in his celibacy.

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