The Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow: A Book for an Idle Holiday

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Leadenhall Press, 1890 - Počet stran: 172
 

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Strana 89 - And through the walls by thousands they pour, And down from the ceiling, and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, And all at once to the Bishop they go. " They have whetted their teeth against the stones, And now they pick the Bishop's bones ; They gnaw'd the flesh from every limb, For they were sent to do judgment on him.
Strana 142 - ... together, with nothing but a little carpentry and masonry between them; — crammed in, like salted fish in their barrel; — or weltering, shall I say, like an Egyptian pitcher of tamed vipers, each struggling to get its head above the others: such work goes on under that smokecounterpane! — But I, mein Werther, sit above it all; I am alone with the Stars.
Strana 83 - I like cats and dogs very much indeed. What jolly chaps they are ! They are much superior to human beings as companions. They do not quarrel or argue with you. They never talk about themselves, but listen to you while you talk about yourself, and keep up an appearance of being interested in the conversation.
Strana 7 - It is not all shame at telling lies — which he knows will not be believed — that makes him turn so red when he informs you that he considers great-coats unhealthy, and never carries an umbrella on principle. It is easy enough to say that poverty is no crime. No ; if it were men wouldn't be ashamed of it. It is a blunder though, and is punished as such. A poor man is despised the whole world over ; despised as much by a Christian as by a lord, as much by a demagogue as by a footman, and not all...
Strana 160 - All the tender words she said to me, and all the beautiful things I said to her, are utterly forgotten. Life, altogether, is but a crumbling ruin, when we turn to look behind : a shattered column here, where a massive portal stood ; the broken shaft of a window to mark my lady's bower; and a mouldering heap of blackened stones where the glowing flames once leapt, and, over all, the tinted lichen and the ivy clinging green.

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