The Treasury of Literature and Art: a Selection from the Best WritersW.P. Nimmo, 1872 - 160 pagina's |
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Pagina 17
... observation . The truth is , he was fast asleep , and had so been from the beginning of the preceding narrative ; and , indeed , if the reader considers that so many hours had passed since he had closed his eyes , he will not wonder at ...
... observation . The truth is , he was fast asleep , and had so been from the beginning of the preceding narrative ; and , indeed , if the reader considers that so many hours had passed since he had closed his eyes , he will not wonder at ...
Pagina 30
... observed my orders to a tittle . While he peered into every corner , and had his eye upon everybody , I kept my eye directly upon him , but went always at a distance , and on the other side of the long - room , looking as it were for ...
... observed my orders to a tittle . While he peered into every corner , and had his eye upon everybody , I kept my eye directly upon him , but went always at a distance , and on the other side of the long - room , looking as it were for ...
Pagina 31
... observed , when he read the bill of Sir Stephen , he said , " This is too big for me to meddle with ; " but when he came to the bill for £ 10s . , he said to me , " This will do : come hither , Jack . " So away he runs to Lombard Street ...
... observed , when he read the bill of Sir Stephen , he said , " This is too big for me to meddle with ; " but when he came to the bill for £ 10s . , he said to me , " This will do : come hither , Jack . " So away he runs to Lombard Street ...
Pagina 50
... observed that there was no bolt on the inside of the door by which he might secure himself from intrusion . In consequence of these suggestions , he proposed to take an accurate survey of every object in the apartment , and in the ...
... observed that there was no bolt on the inside of the door by which he might secure himself from intrusion . In consequence of these suggestions , he proposed to take an accurate survey of every object in the apartment , and in the ...
Pagina 85
... observed that the steak was tough : " and yet , sir , " returns he , “ bad as it was , it seemed a rump steak to me . Oh , the delights of poverty and a good appetite ! We beggars are the very fondlings of nature ; the rich she treats ...
... observed that the steak was tough : " and yet , sir , " returns he , “ bad as it was , it seemed a rump steak to me . Oh , the delights of poverty and a good appetite ! We beggars are the very fondlings of nature ; the rich she treats ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 56 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Pagina 92 - I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to t,he same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong) us, shall we not revenge i if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Pagina 75 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Pagina 60 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Pagina 75 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart!
Pagina 119 - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes...
Pagina 27 - Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream. Then why pause with indecision, When bright angels in thy vision Beckon thee to fields Elysian...
Pagina 24 - In a drear-nighted December Too happy, happy Tree Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity : The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.
Pagina 59 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Pagina 119 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.