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 ix
... morning's mail brought a few lines , sometimes only one line , sometimes only two words , from him , reporting progress . One day he tells me : Immense hawdience last night . ' Another day he says : Our shares look very much up this morning ...
... morning's mail brought a few lines , sometimes only one line , sometimes only two words , from him , reporting progress . One day he tells me : Immense hawdience last night . ' Another day he says : Our shares look very much up this morning ...
Stran 3
... morning , at seven , the squires shall have their morning soup , along with which , and dinner , they shall be served with their under - drink - every morning , except Friday morning , when there was sermon , and no drink . Every ...
... morning , at seven , the squires shall have their morning soup , along with which , and dinner , they shall be served with their under - drink - every morning , except Friday morning , when there was sermon , and no drink . Every ...
Stran 24
... morning and evening , when their Majesties often walk with the royal family , who are attended only by a half - dozen yeomen of the guard , and permit all persons to walk at the same time with them . The ladies and gentle- men always ...
... morning and evening , when their Majesties often walk with the royal family , who are attended only by a half - dozen yeomen of the guard , and permit all persons to walk at the same time with them . The ladies and gentle- men always ...
Stran 25
... 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 , passed all his time with his ...
... 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 , passed all his time with his ...
Stran 37
... morning office in their ante - room , under the picture of the great Venus , with the door opened into the adjoining chamber , where the Queen is dressing , talking scandal to Lord Her- vey , or uttering sneers at Lady Suffolk , who is ...
... morning office in their ante - room , under the picture of the great Venus , with the door opened into the adjoining chamber , where the Queen is dressing , talking scandal to Lord Her- vey , or uttering sneers at Lady Suffolk , who is ...
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acquaintance Addison admire amuse asked beautiful called charming Club Congreve court Covent Garden dance dear Bob delightful dine dinner dress drink Duke England English eyes face famous fancy father fellow genius gentleman George George III George IV George Selwyn give Goldsmith hand Hanover happy head heart Hogarth honest honor humor John Gay Johnson jolly jolly fellows Jones Joseph Addison kind King lady laugh letters lived London look Lord Lord Bolingbroke manner marriage married morning nature never night pantomime passed periwig person play pleasant pleasure poet poor Pope pretty Prince Princess Queen round royal smile society speak Steele Stella story Street Struldbrugs Swift talk Tatler tell thought Tom Jones took Tyburn verses walk Whig whilst wife William the Pious wine woman women wonder writes young youth
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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...