Sayings and Doings; Or Sketches from Life: Cousin William [concl.]. Gervase SkinnerHenry Colburn, 1828 |
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Stran 254 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on...
Stran 143 - The Tartar is my bane, I cannot bear him : One heaven and earth can never hold us both ; Still shall we hate, and with defiance deadly Keep rage alive, till one be lost for ever ; As if two suns should meet in the meridian, And strive, in fiery combat, for the passage.
Stran 138 - what sheets of writing— is it a sermon, or a lecture, or a history, or are you following the fashion and turning novelist?" " Neither one nor the other," said William — his eyes full of tears. " Well, my dear boy," said she, with one of her sweetest smiles, " I'll not interrupt you — God bless you, William." She kissed him fondly and fervently — and with a countenance beaming with innocence, left the room with a light step, and passed through the lobby to her bed-chamber. " The world is...
Stran 138 - Flora declares she will not bid you good night, because you have been so cross, and shut yourself up, and would not come down to ecarte. Mercy on us !' cried she, ' what sheets of writing — is it a sermon, or a lecture, or a history, or are you following the fashion and turning novelist ?' " ' Neither one nor the other,' said William — his eyes full of tears.
Stran 233 - Falstaff and his mad compeers. He owns 'tis prudence, ever and anon, To smooth his careful brow, to let his purse Ope to a sixpence's diameter. He likes our ways; he owns the ways of wit Are ways of pleasance, and deserve regard.
Stran 141 - William's brow, andhis knees knocked together — his fixed eyes were blasted with the sight of Morley quitting the apartment of his mother, enveloped in his morning gown — he stepped softly yet quickly through the lobby — he passed near them — he saw them not — and as he came close to them, Davis grasped the arm and body of her victim, lest he should rush from his hiding place, and kill him on the spot — but the paramour was safe — for William had seen the horrid vision, and fallen senseless...
Stran 140 - ... two, and the grey tint of morning was spread over the face of nature— still William was engaged in his task, nor was it near its conclusion, when a hasty footstep in the lobby caught his ear — again his door was assailed. " ' Who's there ?' said he — starting up— thinking at this untimely hour it might be some hostile visitor. " Again the door opened, and again Davis stood before him. " ' Are you up, boy ?' said she — looking more horribly, and more wildly than before — ' is your...
Stran 190 - To great Apelles when young Ammon brought The darling idol of his captive heart, And the pleased nymph, with kind attention, sat To have her charms recorded by his art ; The...
Stran 137 - He continued employed upon his most delicate and difficult task until past midnight, when the sound of voices in the lobby announced that the family were retiring to rest ; they seemed to pause opposite the door of his study — and a sort of whispering contention evidently took place between his mother and Flora, followed by the sound of footsteps hastily retreating — these were again followed by a rap at the door. " Come in,
Stran 221 - B., let us beat our retreat" — and then, turning to our hero, she added, with one of her very best Lydian languishes, " you'll not be very long after us, Mr. S." Poor Gervase ! that was the finishing blow to the conquest — he could not speak ; he looked again ; and although it must be admitted that his countenance was not the most expressive in the world, he suited the 'action to the look, and pressing the hand which he so gallantly held, felt a reciprocal squeeze, which confirmed him in the...