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... smile at the comparative insignificance of the pre- tensions which had just awed you . His intellect was of the shallowest order . It did not reach to a saw or a proverb . His mind was in its original state of white paper . A sucking ...
... smile at the comparative insignificance of the pre- tensions which had just awed you . His intellect was of the shallowest order . It did not reach to a saw or a proverb . His mind was in its original state of white paper . A sucking ...
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... smile upon their over - looked beadsman , and to adopt me for their own . Then , to take a peep in by the way at the butteries , and sculleries , redolent of antique hos- pitality the immense caves of kitchens , kitchen - fire- places ...
... smile upon their over - looked beadsman , and to adopt me for their own . Then , to take a peep in by the way at the butteries , and sculleries , redolent of antique hos- pitality the immense caves of kitchens , kitchen - fire- places ...
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... smiling , fresh powdered , betokening a mild day . The other , an old discoloured , unkempt , angry caxon , denoting frequent and bloody execution . Woe to the school , when he made his morning ap- pearance in his passy , or passionate ...
... smiling , fresh powdered , betokening a mild day . The other , an old discoloured , unkempt , angry caxon , denoting frequent and bloody execution . Woe to the school , when he made his morning ap- pearance in his passy , or passionate ...
Page 43
... smile , and still more cordial laugh , with which thou wert wont to make the old Cloisters shake , in thy cognition ... smiles , with that beautiful FIVE AND THIRTY YEARS AGO . 43.
... smile , and still more cordial laugh , with which thou wert wont to make the old Cloisters shake , in thy cognition ... smiles , with that beautiful FIVE AND THIRTY YEARS AGO . 43.
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Charles Lamb. own . Extinct are those smiles , with that beautiful countenance , with which ( for thou wert the Nireus formosus of the school ) , in the days of thy maturer waggery , thou didst disarm the wrath of infuriated town ...
Charles Lamb. own . Extinct are those smiles , with that beautiful countenance , with which ( for thou wert the Nireus formosus of the school ) , in the days of thy maturer waggery , thou didst disarm the wrath of infuriated town ...
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Page 164 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 37 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Page 247 - ... this innocent grow up to the grossness and indocility which too often accompany maturer swinehood ? Ten to one he would have proved a glutton, a sloven, an obstinate, disagreeable animal — wallowing in all manner of filthy conversation — from these sins he is happily snatched away — " Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade, Death came with timely care...
Page 165 - twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there : Two paradises 'twere in one, To live in paradise alone. How well the skilful gardener drew Of flowers and herbs this dial new; Where, from above, the milder sun Does through a fragrant zodiac run, And, as it works, the industrious bee Computes its time as well as we ! How could such sweet and wholesome hours Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers...
Page 204 - ... life and death; and how I bore his death as I thought pretty well at first, but afterwards it haunted and haunted me; and though I did not cry or take it to heart as some do, and as I think he would have done if I had died, yet I missed him all day long, and knew not till then how much I had loved him.
Page 243 - The ears of Ho-ti tingled with horror. He cursed his son, and he cursed himself that ever he should beget a son that should eat burnt pig. Bo-bo, whose scent was wonderfully sharpened since morning, soon raked out another pig, and fairly rending it asunder, thrust the lesser half by main force into the fists of Ho-ti, still shouting out, " Eat, eat, eat the burnt pig, father, only taste — O lord ! " with such-like barbarous ejaculations, cramming all the while as if he would choke.
Page 250 - ... and dulcifying a substance, naturally so mild and dulcet as the flesh of young pigs. It looks like refining a violet. Yet we should be cautious, while we condemn the inhumanity, how we censure the wisdom of the practice.
Page 132 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 250 - I was to part with her pretty present — and the odour of that spicy cake came back upon my recollection, and the pleasure and the curiosity I had taken in seeing her make it, and her joy when she sent it to the oven, and how disappointed she would feel that I had never had a bit of it in my mouth at last — and I blamed my impertinent spirit of alms-giving, and out-of-place hypocrisy of goodness, and above all I wished never to see the face again of that insidious, good-for-nothing, old gray impostor....
Page 38 - ... the Augustan Majesty and the poorest obolary Jew that paid it tribute-pittance at Jerusalem ! — His exactions, too, have such a cheerful, voluntary air ! So far removed from your sour parochial or state-gatherers, — those ink-horn varlets, who carry their want of welcome in their faces ! He cometh to you with a smile, and troubleth you with no receipt ; confining himself to no set season.