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 vii
... the same passages of the play ; they are affected off the stage too , I hope I shan't be . In another hour that dreary business of ' In speaking of the - English Humorous writers of the last , etc. ' INTRODUCTORY NOTE . vii.
... the same passages of the play ; they are affected off the stage too , I hope I shan't be . In another hour that dreary business of ' In speaking of the - English Humorous writers of the last , etc. ' INTRODUCTORY NOTE . vii.
Stran 2
... play the psalın - tunes which he loved . One thinks of a descendant of his , two hundred years after- wards , blind , old , and lost of wits , singing Handel in Wind- sor Tower . William the Pious had fifteen children , eight daughters ...
... play the psalın - tunes which he loved . One thinks of a descendant of his , two hundred years after- wards , blind , old , and lost of wits , singing Handel in Wind- sor Tower . William the Pious had fifteen children , eight daughters ...
Stran 36
... play in the deaths of kings is the most ghastly of all the ceremonial : the ly- ing eulogies , the blinking of disagreeable truths , the sick- ening flatteries , the simulated grief , the falsehood and sycophancies - all uttered in the ...
... play in the deaths of kings is the most ghastly of all the ceremonial : the ly- ing eulogies , the blinking of disagreeable truths , the sick- ening flatteries , the simulated grief , the falsehood and sycophancies - all uttered in the ...
Stran 40
... played all sorts of games , which , with the exception of cricket and tennis , have quite gone out of our manner now . In the old prints of St. James's Park , you still see the marks along the walk , to note the balls when the Court played ...
... played all sorts of games , which , with the exception of cricket and tennis , have quite gone out of our manner now . In the old prints of St. James's Park , you still see the marks along the walk , to note the balls when the Court played ...
Stran 42
... playing old tunes in quaint old minor keys , as the Beau takes out one lady after the other , and solemnly dances with her ! The very great folks , young noblemen , with their gov- ernors , and the like , went abroad and made the great ...
... playing old tunes in quaint old minor keys , as the Beau takes out one lady after the other , and solemnly dances with her ! The very great folks , young noblemen , with their gov- ernors , and the like , went abroad and made the great ...
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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...