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... turn down Bond Street , or go through the mazes of the dance at Almack's . You dip into an essay or a novel , and may fancy yourself reading a collection of quack or fashionable advertisements . Macassar oil , Eau de Cologne , Hock and ...
... turn down Bond Street , or go through the mazes of the dance at Almack's . You dip into an essay or a novel , and may fancy yourself reading a collection of quack or fashionable advertisements . Macassar oil , Eau de Cologne , Hock and ...
Sida li
... turn ! —the saddest blow of all ! She died , by a singular coincidence , on the very day to which good Mr. Sharpus , of Cockspur Street , had agreed to let the bill of sale stand over . The repudiation of the claim by the insurance ...
... turn ! —the saddest blow of all ! She died , by a singular coincidence , on the very day to which good Mr. Sharpus , of Cockspur Street , had agreed to let the bill of sale stand over . The repudiation of the claim by the insurance ...
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... turn upon finance , specially considered in its bearing on gentlemen in temporary straits . Mr. Wainewright's military associate was necessarily less conversant than he chanced to be with the peculiar facilities which in such cases are ...
... turn upon finance , specially considered in its bearing on gentlemen in temporary straits . Mr. Wainewright's military associate was necessarily less conversant than he chanced to be with the peculiar facilities which in such cases are ...
Sida lxviii
... turn of the story I cannot say ; and , again , the book makes Lucretia her confederate's stepmother , not his wife . In many respects Bulwer unques- tionably followed pretty closely the reality ; but it is to be suspected that in the ...
... turn of the story I cannot say ; and , again , the book makes Lucretia her confederate's stepmother , not his wife . In many respects Bulwer unques- tionably followed pretty closely the reality ; but it is to be suspected that in the ...
Sida lxxi
... turn of sweeping it out . I occupy a cell with a bricklayer and a sweep . But , by God , they never offer me the broom ! " If ever mortal was haunted by an idiosyncrasy , it was Wainewright . The ruling illusion was as potent as ever ...
... turn of sweeping it out . I occupy a cell with a bricklayer and a sweep . But , by God , they never offer me the broom ! " If ever mortal was haunted by an idiosyncrasy , it was Wainewright . The ruling illusion was as potent as ever ...
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Essays and Criticisms Thomas Griffiths Wainewright,William Carew Hazlitt Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1880 |
Essays and Criticisms Thomas Griffiths Wainewright,William Carew Hazlitt Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1880 |
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Sida 158 - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Sida 175 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: Open thine eyes, for meek St Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Sida 175 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. xxxv "Ah, Porphyro!
Sida 229 - Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart ; no, no, I feel The link of nature draw me ; flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
Sida 328 - He was too much of the boyman. The toga virilis never sate gracefully on his shoulders. The impressions of infancy had burnt into him, and he resented the impertinence of manhood.
Sida 175 - twas a midnight charm Impossible to melt as iced stream : The lustrous salvers in the moonlight gleam ; Broad golden fringe upon the carpet lies : It...
Sida 325 - If it be egotism to imply and twine with his own identity the griefs and affections of another — making himself many, or reducing many unto himself — then is the skilful novelist, who all along brings in his hero or heroine, speaking of themselves, the greatest egotist of all ; who yet has never, therefore, been accused of that narrowness.
Sida 209 - And cheaply circulates, thro' distant climes, The fairest relics of the purest times. Here from the mould to conscious being start Those finer forms, the miracles of art ; Here chosen gems, imprest on sulphur, shine, That slept for ages in a second mine ; And here the faithful graver dares to trace A MICHAEL'S grandeur, and a RAPHAEL'S grace ! Thy gallery, Florence, gilds my humble walls, And my low roof the Vatican recalls...
Sida 115 - Nor be so civil as to prove unjust. Fear not the anger of the wise to raise : Those best can bear reproof, who merit praise.
Sida 175 - but even now Thy voice was at sweet tremble in mine ear, Made tuneable with every sweetest vow ; And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear : How changed thou art ! how pallid, chill, and drear ! Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear ! Oh leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go.