The Life of Charles Dickens: 1852-1870Lippincott, 1874 |
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America Arthur Smith audience Beaucourt Bleak House Boston Boulogne brought called chapter character Charles Dickens CHRISTMAS NUMBER close Copperfield course daughter death delightful described Dickens's dinner Dolby England English everything expressed fancy feel French Frozen Deep Gadshill genius give Hablot Browne Hall hand heart honour hope Household Words humour imagination immense interest lady last night less letter Little Dorrit lived London look Lord Lord Lytton manner Marshalsea Martin Chuzzlewit Micawber months morning never Oliver Twist opening Paris poor pounds present remarkable round Sapsea scene seems seen sister-in-law story streets suppose taken tale theatre thing thought tickets tion to-morrow told took touch town travelling turned Uncommercial Traveller walk week whole Wilkie Collins wonderful writing written wrote yesterday York Young Ireland
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Stran 191 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand ; 5 And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Stran 423 - Well,' replied the President, without lifting his head or changing his attitude, 'I am on a great broad rolling river — and I am in a boat — and I drift — and I drift! — but this is not business' — suddenly raising his face and looking round the table as Mr. Stanton entered, 'let us proceed to business, gentlemen.
Stran 353 - It does not seem to me to be enough to say of any description that it is the exact truth. The exact truth must be there ; but the merit or art in the narrator, is the manner of stating the truth.
Stran 67 - The essential value and truth of Dickens's writings have been unwisely lost sight of by many thoughtful persons, merely because he presents his truth with some colour of caricature. Unwisely, because Dickens's caricature, though often gross, is never mistaken. Allowing for his manner of telling them, the things he tells us are always true.
Stran 191 - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Stran 551 - The Chimes; A Goblin Story of some Bells that Rang an Old Year Out, and a New Year In.
Stran 27 - He no more thought, God forgive him ! that the admired original would ever be charged with the imaginary vices of the fictitious creature than he has himself ever thought of charging the blood of Desdemona and Othello on the innocent Academy model who sat for lago's leg in the picture.
Stran 247 - I was taken home, and there was Debt at home as well as Death, and we had a sale there. My own little bed was so superciliously looked upon by a Power unknown to me, hazily called "The Trade," that a brass coalscuttle, a roasting-jack, and a birdcage, were obliged to be put into it to make a Lot of it, and then it went for a song. So I heard mentioned, and I wondered what song, and thought what a dismal song it must have been to sing!
Stran 540 - A brilliant morning shines on the old city. Its antiquities and ruins are surpassingly beautiful, with a lusty ivy gleaming in the sun, and the rich trees waving in the balmy air. Changes of glorious light from moving boughs, songs of birds, scents from gardens, woods, and fields — or, rather, from the one great garden of the whole cultivated island in its yielding time — penetrate into the Cathedral, subdue its earthy odour, and preach the Resurrection and the Life.
Stran 237 - There is the strangest thing in it that ever I have seen on the stage — the boy Pippo, by Miss Wilton. While it is astonishingly impudent (must be, or it couldn't be done at all), it is so stupendously like a boy, and unlike a woman, that it is perfectly free from offence.