The Complete Works of William Makepeace Thackeray: The four Georges ; The English humorists ; Sketches and travels in LondonHoughton, Mifflin, 1889 |
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Stran viii
... street . I well remember his uproarious shouting and dancing when he was told that the tickets to his first course of readings were all sold , and when we rode together from his hotel to the lecture - hall he insisted on thrusting both ...
... street . I well remember his uproarious shouting and dancing when he was told that the tickets to his first course of readings were all sold , and when we rode together from his hotel to the lecture - hall he insisted on thrusting both ...
Stran 21
... Derwentwater , Nithsdale and Forster are in arms in Northumberland - these are matters of history , for which you are referred to the due chroniclers . The Guards are set to watch the streets , and prevent GEORGE THE FIRST . 21.
... Derwentwater , Nithsdale and Forster are in arms in Northumberland - these are matters of history , for which you are referred to the due chroniclers . The Guards are set to watch the streets , and prevent GEORGE THE FIRST . 21.
Stran 22
... streets , with their innumerable signs , and describes them with his charming humor . " Our streets are filled with Blue Boars , Black Swans , and Red Lions , not to mention Flying Pigs and Hogs in Armor , with other creatures more ...
... streets , with their innumerable signs , and describes them with his charming humor . " Our streets are filled with Blue Boars , Black Swans , and Red Lions , not to mention Flying Pigs and Hogs in Armor , with other creatures more ...
Stran 23
... Street , the effigy of the wallet , which the founder of the firm bore when he came into London a country boy . People this street , so ornamented , with crowds of swinging chairmen , with servants bawling to clear the way , with Mr ...
... Street , the effigy of the wallet , which the founder of the firm bore when he came into London a country boy . People this street , so ornamented , with crowds of swinging chairmen , with servants bawling to clear the way , with Mr ...
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... Street , where I go every morning to pass away the time , is always so full that a man can scarce turn about in it . " Delightful as London city was , King George I. liked to be out of it as much as ever he could ; and when there ...
... Street , where I go every morning to pass away the time , is always so full that a man can scarce turn about in it . " Delightful as London city was , King George I. liked to be out of it as much as ever he could ; and when there ...
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Stran 79 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Stran 324 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Stran 315 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given. But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven : As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread. Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Stran 62 - His virtues walked their narrow round, Nor made a pause, nor left a void; And sure the eternal Master found The single talent well employ'd.
Stran 175 - 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 passed), Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform. Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
Stran 182 - 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.
Stran 108 - I consider it an indispensable duty to close this last act of my official life by commending the interests of our dearest country to the protection of Almighty God, and those who have the superintendence of them to His holy keeping. Having now finished the work assigned me, I retire from the great theatre of action, and bidding an affectionate farewell to this august body, under whose orders I have so long acted, I here offer my commission, and take my leave of all the employments of public life.
Stran 230 - Of manners gentle, of affections mild ; In wit, a man ; simplicity, a child ; With native humour temp'ring virtuous rage, Form'd to delight at once and lash the age ; Above temptation, in a low estate ; And uncorrupted...
Stran 262 - Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine Lo, thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Stran 251 - Dreading even fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise: — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaistered posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers' load, On wings of winds came flying...