Illustrations of Human Life, Volume 3H. Colburn, 1837 |
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... told him I was always glad to witness people's happiness in whatever rank or class , and that I saw a great deal of it here , his affected shrug of amazement prompted a laugh which did not seem to gratify him , but which I could not 10 ...
... told him I was always glad to witness people's happiness in whatever rank or class , and that I saw a great deal of it here , his affected shrug of amazement prompted a laugh which did not seem to gratify him , but which I could not 10 ...
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... told me , however , that he had heard from Etheredge in town something of a strange design I had , of making a tour , I did not know where , and with objects I did not know what ; and he only hoped I would publish my adventures ; which ...
... told me , however , that he had heard from Etheredge in town something of a strange design I had , of making a tour , I did not know where , and with objects I did not know what ; and he only hoped I would publish my adventures ; which ...
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... told him that I had found that almost every character and situation furnished interest to an observer ( some , very great interest ) , and that some had inspired me with even liking and esteem , and bore a comparison with the best ...
... told him that I had found that almost every character and situation furnished interest to an observer ( some , very great interest ) , and that some had inspired me with even liking and esteem , and bore a comparison with the best ...
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... told him he had never known his place ; which was the unkindest cut of all . From that hour this victim of false and foolish ambition never held up his head ; but finding his whole reign over , and that , if he did not voluntarily ...
... told him he had never known his place ; which was the unkindest cut of all . From that hour this victim of false and foolish ambition never held up his head ; but finding his whole reign over , and that , if he did not voluntarily ...
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... told you that I am a bear , and a plebeian , because I wear this old- fashioned coat , and , like my old - fashioned life at Welbourne , better than hers at Grandborough . But I often tell her ( and she does not like me the better for ...
... told you that I am a bear , and a plebeian , because I wear this old- fashioned coat , and , like my old - fashioned life at Welbourne , better than hers at Grandborough . But I often tell her ( and she does not like me the better for ...
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Page 191 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Page 105 - I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in: What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us: Go thy ways to a nunnery.
Page 55 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...
Page 120 - E'en the last lingering fiction of the brain, The church-yard ghost, is now at rest again; And all these wayward wanderings of my youth Fly Reason's power and shun the light of truth.
Page 118 - Critics I saw, that other names deface, And fix their own, with labour, in their place : Their own, like others, soon their place resign'd, Or disappear'd. and left the first behind. Nor was the work impair'd by storms alone, But felt th...
Page 160 - Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Page 58 - You will suppose that with an upright path Your feet must struggle; in such bold ascent The pastoral mountains front you, face to face. But, courage ! for around that boisterous brook The mountains have all opened out themselves, And made a hidden valley of their own.
Page 72 - By sighs, and tears, and grief alone: I greet her as the fiend, to whom belong The vulture's ravening beak, the raven's funeral song.
Page 147 - And schemes of state involve th' uneasy mind ; Faction embroils the world, and every tongue Is mov'd by flattery, or with scandal hung : Friendship, for sylvan shades, the palace flies, Where all must yield to interest's dearer ties ; Each rival Machiavel with envy burns, And honesty forsakes them all by turns...
Page 147 - You, who the sweets of rural life have known, Despise th' ungrateful hurry of the Town; In Windsor groves your easy hours employ, And undisturb'd, yourself and Muse enjoy : Thames listens to thy strains, and silent flows, And no rude wind through rustling osiers blows, While all his wondering nymphs around thee throng, To hear the Sirens warble in thy song.