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Pàgina 5
... seen you in the painting - room of Monsieur Francis Hals , the only time that I was permitted to come here and see my child , Adrian Brauwer . ” " But Adrian Brauwer quitted the painting- room the day before I left it myself , ” replied ...
... seen you in the painting - room of Monsieur Francis Hals , the only time that I was permitted to come here and see my child , Adrian Brauwer . ” " But Adrian Brauwer quitted the painting- room the day before I left it myself , ” replied ...
Pàgina 6
... he made , I sent him back to his mother . " " Are you quite sure that he went back to her , sir ? " " Why do you ask that question , Van Ostade ? " " Because I have just seen the poor woman at 6 SHARPE'S LONDON MAGAZINE .
... he made , I sent him back to his mother . " " Are you quite sure that he went back to her , sir ? " " Why do you ask that question , Van Ostade ? " " Because I have just seen the poor woman at 6 SHARPE'S LONDON MAGAZINE .
Pàgina 7
Anna Maria Hall. " Because I have just seen the poor woman at your door , and she has never seen her son since he left you . " " And what would you have me do about it , Van Ostade ? " said Francis Hals , raising his voice more and more ...
Anna Maria Hall. " Because I have just seen the poor woman at your door , and she has never seen her son since he left you . " " And what would you have me do about it , Van Ostade ? " said Francis Hals , raising his voice more and more ...
Pàgina 47
... seen on a clear night . " The old soy's lying to , ' I called aloud with exultation . " Crikey ! what a hump ! ' exclaimed a se- cond man - only look at the irons in his back ! ” " No , don't look , pull , ' answered the mate , who was ...
... seen on a clear night . " The old soy's lying to , ' I called aloud with exultation . " Crikey ! what a hump ! ' exclaimed a se- cond man - only look at the irons in his back ! ” " No , don't look , pull , ' answered the mate , who was ...
Pàgina 52
... seen him before . " Engaged for the next four , " she replied , with her pretty smile . " Am I to book you so far down the list as for the fifth ? " and she held her tablets doubtfully . " If you please , " said Grounsell . " What name ...
... seen him before . " Engaged for the next four , " she replied , with her pretty smile . " Am I to book you so far down the list as for the fifth ? " and she held her tablets doubtfully . " If you please , " said Grounsell . " What name ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 362 - Say first, of God above, or man below, What can we reason, but from what we know? Of man, what see we but his station here, From which to reason, or to which refer?
Pàgina 312 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
Pàgina 71 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Pàgina 306 - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Pàgina 367 - SIR, I admit your general rule, That every poet is a fool : But you yourself may serve to show it, That every fool is not a poet.
Pàgina 366 - While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive. No generous patron would a dinner give : See him, when starved to death, and turned to dust, Presented with a monumental bust. The poet's fate is here in emblem shown : He asked for bread, and he received a stone.
Pàgina 350 - Denmark when she no longer resists. The line of defence which covered her shores has struck to the British flag: but if the firing is continued on the part of Denmark, he must set on fire all the prizes that he has taken, without having the power of saving the men who have so nobly defended them. The brave Danes are the brothers, and should never be the enemies of the English.
Pàgina 71 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Pàgina 165 - Inasmuch as ye did it unto the least of these, ye did it unto me ' ? Christians are those who have Christ's spirit, as I think, and sacrifice themselves to save others.
Pàgina 366 - FRIEND, for your epitaphs I'm grieved. Where still so much is said ; One half will never be believed. The other never read.