Bentley's Miscellany, Volum 64Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1868 |
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Pàgina 16
... brought ' em down here for a purpose , I expect . Whoa , ho , boy ! " This exclamation was addressed to the baronet , not to the milk- man . " So ! " said Austin to himself , " down in the kitchen filling jam - pots , and receiving ...
... brought ' em down here for a purpose , I expect . Whoa , ho , boy ! " This exclamation was addressed to the baronet , not to the milk- man . " So ! " said Austin to himself , " down in the kitchen filling jam - pots , and receiving ...
Pàgina 31
... brought about by the descendency of the Archbishop of Armagh . Already the Pope has as much power in Ireland as we can conceive him having , and it is a power which no good citizen need grudge him . It is the same kind of power which is ...
... brought about by the descendency of the Archbishop of Armagh . Already the Pope has as much power in Ireland as we can conceive him having , and it is a power which no good citizen need grudge him . It is the same kind of power which is ...
Pàgina 34
... brought up in the lap of luxury , and who are practically totally unacquainted with the real nakedness of the land - who have never met the poor face to face in their homes , without having approached such dismal and vulgar dens by ...
... brought up in the lap of luxury , and who are practically totally unacquainted with the real nakedness of the land - who have never met the poor face to face in their homes , without having approached such dismal and vulgar dens by ...
Pàgina 43
... brought good luck with her , for at nine o'clock Florestan rose up enriched by the possession of four thousand francs . " Where are you going ? " inquired the young widow . " I am going to finish the evening at the theatre , " the ...
... brought good luck with her , for at nine o'clock Florestan rose up enriched by the possession of four thousand francs . " Where are you going ? " inquired the young widow . " I am going to finish the evening at the theatre , " the ...
Pàgina 47
... brought him in a note highly scented with musk upon a silver platter . " From Mademoiselle de Folle Avoine , " said Juvignac to him- self , as he glanced at the superscription . " What a passion she must be in . Never mind , I will ...
... brought him in a note highly scented with musk upon a silver platter . " From Mademoiselle de Folle Avoine , " said Juvignac to him- self , as he glanced at the superscription . " What a passion she must be in . Never mind , I will ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 232 - And out of the ground made the Lord God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food; the tree of life also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of knowledge of good and evil.
Pàgina 94 - tis weary; Round its staff 'tis drooping dreary; Furl it, fold it, it is best; For there's not a man to wave it, And there's not a sword to save it, And there's not one left to lave it In the blood which heroes gave it: And its foes now scorn and brave it: Furl it, hide it— let it rest.
Pàgina 94 - Banner — it is trailing! While around it sounds the wailing Of its people in their woe. For though conquered, they adore it! Love the cold dead hands that bore it! Weep for those who fell before it! Pardon those who trailed and tore it, But, Oh! wildly they deplore it Now who furl and fold it so.
Pàgina 24 - Thus the mind itself is bowed to the yoke: even in what people do for pleasure, conformity is the first thing thought of ; they like in crowds ; they exercise choice only among things commonly done: peculiarity of taste, eccentricity of conduct, are shunned equally with crimes: until by dint of not following their own nature, they have no nature to follow...
Pàgina 94 - tis hard for us to fold it; Hard to think there's none to hold it; Hard that those who once unrolled it Now must furl it with a sigh.
Pàgina 228 - If a brother or sister be naked, and destitute of daily food, and one of you say unto them, Depart in peace, be ye warmed and filled; notwithstanding ye give them not those things which are needful to the body; what doth it profit?
Pàgina 64 - ... tossing mane. A moment in the British camp — A moment — and away Back to the pathless forest, Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs ; Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven the Briton, Forever, from our shore.
Pàgina 94 - Banner — it is trailing, While around it sounds the wailing Of its people in their woe. For, though conquered, they adore it, — Love the cold, dead hands that bore it, Weep for those who fell before it, Pardon those who trailed and tore it; And oh, wildly they deplore it, Now to furl and fold it so!
Pàgina 236 - So he drove out the man: and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life.
Pàgina 25 - It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion ; it is easy in solitude to live after our own ; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.