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
... town ( Richmond ) the little Athenæum Hall was crowded so much that it's a pity I had not hired a room twice as big ; but £ 2500 is all I shall make out of them . Well that is £ 200 a year in this coun- try , and an immense comfort for ...
... town ( Richmond ) the little Athenæum Hall was crowded so much that it's a pity I had not hired a room twice as big ; but £ 2500 is all I shall make out of them . Well that is £ 200 a year in this coun- try , and an immense comfort for ...
Stran xvi
... Town . . ON A LADY IN AN OPERA - BOX . ON THE PLEASURES OF BEING A FOGY CHILD'S PARTIES THE CURATE'S WALK . A DINNER IN THE CITY • WAITING AT THE STATION A NIGHT'S PLEASURE . GOING TO SEE A MAN HANGED 384 390 395 • 400 414 424 430 439 ...
... Town . . ON A LADY IN AN OPERA - BOX . ON THE PLEASURES OF BEING A FOGY CHILD'S PARTIES THE CURATE'S WALK . A DINNER IN THE CITY • WAITING AT THE STATION A NIGHT'S PLEASURE . GOING TO SEE A MAN HANGED 384 390 395 • 400 414 424 430 439 ...
Stran xvii
William Makepeace Thackeray. THE FOUR GEORGES : SKETCHES OF MANNERS , MORALS , COURT AND TOWN LIFE . GEORGE THE THE FIRST . VERY few years since ,
William Makepeace Thackeray. THE FOUR GEORGES : SKETCHES OF MANNERS , MORALS , COURT AND TOWN LIFE . GEORGE THE THE FIRST . VERY few years since ,
Stran 2
... town of ten thousand people that lies on the railway line between Hamburg and Hanover , in the midst of great plains of sand , upon the river Aller . When Duke William had it , it was a very humble wood - built place , with a great ...
... town of ten thousand people that lies on the railway line between Hamburg and Hanover , in the midst of great plains of sand , upon the river Aller . When Duke William had it , it was a very humble wood - built place , with a great ...
Stran 9
... town of Hanover must look still pretty much as in the time when George Louis left it . The gardens and pavilions of Herrenhausen are scarce changed since the day when the stout old Electress Sophia fell down in her last walk there ...
... town of Hanover must look still pretty much as in the time when George Louis left it . The gardens and pavilions of Herrenhausen are scarce changed since the day when the stout old Electress Sophia fell down in her last walk 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...