Thackeray's Works, Svazek 8Estes & Lauriat, 1891 |
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Strana 13
... to make anything of Race at all , we must call that man an Englishman whose father comes from an old Yorkshire family , and his mother from an old Leicestershire one ! and always an Irishman : Swift's heart was English and SWIFT . 13.
... to make anything of Race at all , we must call that man an Englishman whose father comes from an old Yorkshire family , and his mother from an old Leicestershire one ! and always an Irishman : Swift's heart was English and SWIFT . 13.
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William Makepeace Thackeray. and always an Irishman : Swift's heart was English and in England , his habits English , his logic emi- nently English ; his statement is elaborately simple ; he shuns tropes and metaphors , and uses his ...
William Makepeace Thackeray. and always an Irishman : Swift's heart was English and in England , his habits English , his logic emi- nently English ; his statement is elaborately simple ; he shuns tropes and metaphors , and uses his ...
Strana 19
... charge of the fraternity : the surgeon shall not touch a limb of you ; and your fame shall continue until a successor of equal renown succeeds in your place .... ' 39 down from his master with rage in his heart , SWIFT . 19.
... charge of the fraternity : the surgeon shall not touch a limb of you ; and your fame shall continue until a successor of equal renown succeeds in your place .... ' 39 down from his master with rage in his heart , SWIFT . 19.
Strana 20
William Makepeace Thackeray. down from his master with rage in his heart , and has not a kind word even for little Hester Johnson ? Perhaps for the Irish secretary , his Excellency's condescension was even more cruel than his frowns ...
William Makepeace Thackeray. down from his master with rage in his heart , and has not a kind word even for little Hester Johnson ? Perhaps for the Irish secretary , his Excellency's condescension was even more cruel than his frowns ...
Strana 24
... heart . man - It is told , as if it were to Swift's credit , that the Dean of St. Patrick's performed his family devotions every morning regularly , but with such secrecy that the guests in his house were never in the least aware of the ...
... heart . man - It is told , as if it were to Swift's credit , that the Dean of St. Patrick's performed his family devotions every morning regularly , but with such secrecy that the guests in his house were never in the least aware of the ...
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Strana 273 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband our life's taper at the close And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Strana 261 - 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.
Strana 80 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel by divine command With rising tempests shakes a guilty land, Such as of late o'er pale Britannia past, Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Strana 130 - 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.
Strana 274 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Strana 273 - Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.
Strana 88 - I HAVE observed, that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor, with other particulars of the like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.
Strana 30 - That the remaining hundred thousand may at a year old be offered in sale to the persons of quality, and fortune, through the kingdom, always advising the mother to let them suck plentifully in the last month, so as to render them plump, and fat for a good table. 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, and seasoned with a little pepper or salt will be very good boiled on the fourth day, especially...
Strana 191 - She comes ! she comes ! the sable throne behold Of Night primeval, and of Chaos old ! Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sickening stars fade off the ethereal plain ; As Argus
Strana 315 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman!" Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The tollmen thinking as before, That Gilpin rode a race.