The Works of William Makepeace Thackeray: The lectures on the English humourists of the eighteenth century. The four Georges and Charity and humourHarper & Brothers, Publishers, 1910 |
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... street with Boswell by his side . As one reads the Lectures on the Humourists , one feels how much my father was at ... streets where they had walked . He was one of them , and happy in their good company . Sir Walter Scott also wrote of ...
... street with Boswell by his side . As one reads the Lectures on the Humourists , one feels how much my father was at ... streets where they had walked . He was one of them , and happy in their good company . Sir Walter Scott also wrote of ...
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... Street . Very soon the lectures ceased to alarm ; they became an integral part of our daily life . He used to make a little joke of his own reading , and describe " Mr. Thackeray as having recited with unusual pathos the poem of ' How ...
... Street . Very soon the lectures ceased to alarm ; they became an integral part of our daily life . He used to make a little joke of his own reading , and describe " Mr. Thackeray as having recited with unusual pathos the poem of ' How ...
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... Street much , I dare say , but in the houses where I go we still talk about it , and I among the number as gravely as if I were a Minister myself . Why do we ? What does it matter to me who's Minister ? Depend upon it , 23 Rutland Street ...
... Street much , I dare say , but in the houses where I go we still talk about it , and I among the number as gravely as if I were a Minister myself . Why do we ? What does it matter to me who's Minister ? Depend upon it , 23 Rutland Street ...
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... streets here , lest every man I meet is my friend of last night , who will be offended of course if I forget him . It is like a man canvassing , but the canvass begins afresh in every new city , and goes on till I am perfectly weary of ...
... streets here , lest every man I meet is my friend of last night , who will be offended of course if I forget him . It is like a man canvassing , but the canvass begins afresh in every new city , and goes on till I am perfectly weary of ...
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... Street , opposite Rail Road Depot . SEASON TICKETS ARE SUSPENDED ON THIS OCCASION . Signed , R. P. GETTY , G. P. PUTNAM , GEO . MAC ADÁM , JOSIAH RICH } LECTURE COMMITTEE . My father himself has given a charming description of ...
... Street , opposite Rail Road Depot . SEASON TICKETS ARE SUSPENDED ON THIS OCCASION . Signed , R. P. GETTY , G. P. PUTNAM , GEO . MAC ADÁM , JOSIAH RICH } LECTURE COMMITTEE . My father himself has given a charming description of ...
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Сторінка 264 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires, Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Сторінка 264 - 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 329 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Сторінка 149 - I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London that a young, healthy child well nursed is, at a year old, . a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricassee or a ragout.
Сторінка 149 - A child will make two dishes at an entertainment for friends, and when the family dines alone, the fore or hind quarter will make a reasonable dish...
Сторінка 226 - I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow: when I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions and debates of mankind.
Сторінка 72 - His virtues walked their narrow round, Nor made a pause, nor left a void ; And sure the eternal Master found The single talent well employed.
Сторінка 329 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given. But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven : As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread. Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Сторінка 228 - When I read the several dates of the tombs, of" some that died yesterday, and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance together.
Сторінка 244 - Unblam'd through life, lamented in thy end. These are thy honours; not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust; But that the Worthy and the Good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms — Here lies GAY.