Vivian Grey

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Longmans, 1853 - 487 pages

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Page 95 - We talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak, Beside a mossy seat ; And from the turf a fountain broke, And gurgled at our feet. 'Now, Matthew...
Page 18 - The Bar: pooh! law and bad jokes till we are forty; and then, with the most brilliant success, the prospect of gout and a coronet. Besides, to succeed as an advocate, I must be a great lawyer; and to be a great lawyer, I must give up my chance of being a great man.
Page 106 - But am I entitled — I, who can lose nothing — am I entitled to play with other men's fortunes? Am I, all this time, deceiving myself with some wretched sophistry ? Am I then an intellectual Don Juan, reckless of human minds as he was of human bodies — a spiritual libertine...
Page 361 - Beckendorff — to become guardians of our weaker fellow-creatures — that all power is a trust — that we are accountable for its exercise — that, from the people, and for the people, all springs, and all must exist...
Page 165 - Experience is the child of Thought, and Thought is the child of Action.
Page 18 - Yes ! we must mix with the herd; we must enter into their feelings; we must humour their weaknesses; we must sympathise with the sorrows that we do not feel; and share the merriment of fools. Oh, yes ! to rule men, we must be men; to prove that we are strong, we must be weak; to prove that we are giants, we must bo dwarfs; even as the Eastern Genie was hid in the charmed bottle.
Page 401 - Thaher, a very rich handsome man. He had more wit, and politeness, than people of his profession ordinarily have. His integrity, sincerity, and jovial humour, made him beloved and sought after by all sorts of people.
Page 19 - I om in contact with this magnifico, am I prepared ? Now let me probe my very soul. Does my cheek blanch '! I have the mind for the conception ; and I can perform right skilfully upon the most splendid of musical...
Page 264 - The nearest cottage was above a mile off. He dared not leave her. Again he rushed down to the water-side. Her eyes were still open, still fixed. Her mouth also was no longer closed. Her hand was stiff, her heart had ceased to beat. He tried with the warmth of his own body to revive her. He shouted, he wept, he prayed. All, all in vain. Again he was in the road, again shouting like an insane being. There was a sound. Hark ! It was but the screech of an owl ! " Once more at the river-side, once more...

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