The Works of William Makepeace Thackeray, Volume 31Scribner, 1904 |
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Page 131
... dine with Bucksheesh Pasha at Grand Cairo - I could have buttoned the breast over to the two buttons behind . My dear Sir - I looked like a perfect Guy . I am wasted away - a fading flower - I don't weigh above sixteen and a half now ...
... dine with Bucksheesh Pasha at Grand Cairo - I could have buttoned the breast over to the two buttons behind . My dear Sir - I looked like a perfect Guy . I am wasted away - a fading flower - I don't weigh above sixteen and a half now ...
Page 177
... dine at seven . Brunswick Square . " I looked in Violet's eyes . Florence is rather an old bird , and wears spectacles , so that looking in her eyes is out of the question . I looked in Violet's eyes , and said I'd come with the ...
... dine at seven . Brunswick Square . " I looked in Violet's eyes . Florence is rather an old bird , and wears spectacles , so that looking in her eyes is out of the question . I looked in Violet's eyes , and said I'd come with the ...
Page 233
... dine more igspecially better than on any other , because the doctor had told him to be careful , and he was dining by himself : this last day drove him madd . He sent for Suprame , addresst that gentilman in languidge which he couldn't ...
... dine more igspecially better than on any other , because the doctor had told him to be careful , and he was dining by himself : this last day drove him madd . He sent for Suprame , addresst that gentilman in languidge which he couldn't ...
Page 249
... dine ! But scarce had he put the first spoonful of potage à la reine to his ruby lips , when the clarion again sounded to arms . " Confusion , " said the gallant Gizzard , " the Char- tists are again in arms , and we must forth . " The ...
... dine ! But scarce had he put the first spoonful of potage à la reine to his ruby lips , when the clarion again sounded to arms . " Confusion , " said the gallant Gizzard , " the Char- tists are again in arms , and we must forth . " The ...
Page 279
... dine alone ; without rivals to talk me out , hosts or ladies to coax and wheedle , or neighbours who , before my eyes ( as they often have done ) , will take the best cutlet or favourite snipe out of the dish , as it is handed round ...
... dine alone ; without rivals to talk me out , hosts or ladies to coax and wheedle , or neighbours who , before my eyes ( as they often have done ) , will take the best cutlet or favourite snipe out of the dish , as it is handed round ...
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Page 32 - sedate; Chamberlains and Grooms came after, | Silver-sticks and Gold-sticks great; Chaplains, Aides-de-Camp, and Pages, | all the officers of State. Sliding after like his shadow, | pausing when he chose to pause, If a frown his face contracted | straight the courtiers dropp'd their jaws; If to laughter he was minded | out they burst in loud
Page 35 - thou foaming brine " From the sacred shore I stand on, | I command thee to retreat, Venture not, thou stormy rebel, | to approach thy master's seat; Ocean, be thou still, I bid thee, | come not nearer to my feet." But the angry ocean answered | with a louder, deeper roar, And the rapid waves drew nearer, | falling
Page 33 - Such a tender conscience," cries the | Bishop, " everyone admires. • " But for such unpleasant bygones | cease, my gracious Lord, to search; They're forgotten and forgiven | by our holy mother Church. Never, never doth she leave her | benefactors in the lurch. " Look, the land is crown'd with minsters" | which your Grace's bounty raised; Abbeys
Page 31 - 1 ] King Canute was weary-hearted, | he had reigned for years a score; Battling, struggling, pushing, fighting, | killing much, and robbing more; And he thought upon his actions | walking by the wild sea-shore. Twixt the Chancellor and Bishop | walk'd the King with step sedate; Chamberlains and Grooms came after, | Silver-sticks and Gold-sticks great; Chaplains, Aides-de-Camp, and Pages, | all the officers
Page 32 - If to laughter he was minded | out they burst in loud hee-haws. But that day a something vex'd him, | that was clear to old and young; Thrice his Grace had yawn'd at table | when his favourite gleeman sung— Once the Queen would have consoled him
Page 32 - The King's arm-chair!" Then towards the lacqueys turning, | quick my Lord the Keeper nodded; Straight the King's great chair was brought him | by two " Leading on my fierce companions," | cried he, " over storm and brine, I have fought and I have
Page 35 - Might I stay the sun above us, | good Sir Bishop? " Canute cried. " Could I bid the silver moon to | pause upon her heavenly ride? If the moon obeys my orders, | sure I can command the tide. " Will the advancing waves obey me, | Bishop, if I make the sign?" Said the Bishop, bowing lowly, | " Land and sea, my Lord, are thine." Canute look'd toward the ocean:
Page 33 - Leading on my fierce companions," | cried he, " over storm and brine, I have fought and I have conquer'd: | where is glory like to mine? " Loudly all the courtiers echoed, | " Where is glory like to thine?
Page 34 - the sun upon the hill, And, the while he slew the foeman, | bid the silver moon stand still ? So, no doubt, could gracious Canute | if it were his sacred " Might I stay the sun above us, | good Sir Bishop? " Canute cried. " Could I bid the silver moon to | pause upon her heavenly ride? If the moon obeys my orders, | sure I can command the tide.
Page 34 - Fervently," exclaimed the Keeper, | " fervently I trust he may." " He to die? " resumed the Bishop; | " he, a mortal like to us? Death was not for him intended, | though communis