Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 2Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1837 |
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... , sir ? " inquired the clerk in a low voice . " Summarily , " replied Mr. Fang . months , -hard labour of course . " He stands committed for three Clear the office . " The door was opened for this purpose , and a 14 OLIVER TWIST .
... , sir ? " inquired the clerk in a low voice . " Summarily , " replied Mr. Fang . months , -hard labour of course . " He stands committed for three Clear the office . " The door was opened for this purpose , and a 14 OLIVER TWIST .
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... voice that was modulated with the sweetest harmony , -and she would help him to a pair of gloves . Binks took several pairs . The first he tried on were very perverse , -too tight ; and the fairest hands in the City would distend them ...
... voice that was modulated with the sweetest harmony , -and she would help him to a pair of gloves . Binks took several pairs . The first he tried on were very perverse , -too tight ; and the fairest hands in the City would distend them ...
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... voice scarcely articulate with emotion . " Six pounds , " said a voice in the crowd . " Who bids against me ? " muttered old Deering 34 WHAT TOM , BINKS DID WHEN HE.
... voice scarcely articulate with emotion . " Six pounds , " said a voice in the crowd . " Who bids against me ? " muttered old Deering 34 WHAT TOM , BINKS DID WHEN HE.
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... voice issued . " It was the work of my poor child's hands , and of her dear departed mother . Another pound for it , Mr. Auctioneer . " The same voice bid against him . The old man raised himself in his chair , gazed wistfully and ...
... voice issued . " It was the work of my poor child's hands , and of her dear departed mother . Another pound for it , Mr. Auctioneer . " The same voice bid against him . The old man raised himself in his chair , gazed wistfully and ...
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... voice that I cudn't see , tho ' ' twas close to my left ear ! Who's there ? ' says I. ' Where ? ' says it , on th ' other side . Anywhere , ' says I , to plaze ye ; ' and wid that I fell into a could sweat , for I began to think it was ...
... voice that I cudn't see , tho ' ' twas close to my left ear ! Who's there ? ' says I. ' Where ? ' says it , on th ' other side . Anywhere , ' says I , to plaze ye ; ' and wid that I fell into a could sweat , for I began to think it was ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Adeliza appeared arms asked beautiful Biddy Bill Sikes Brownlow Buckthorne called Cannon Charley Bates child cloak Commodus Countess of Somerset cried dark daughter dear death delight devil Dodger door exclaimed eyes face Fagin father favour feel fell followed GEORGE CRUIKSHANK Glorvina Grampus Grimwig hand happy head heard heart honour hope hour husband inquired king knew laugh lips lived looked Lord Lord Rochester Macbeth Madame Malachi marriage Marsh Mascalbruni master mind Miss Monsieur morning mother never Niall night old gentleman old lady Oliver Oliver Twist once passed passion person poor port wine replied returned round seemed Sikes Sir Thomas Monson smile Somerset soon soul stairs stood stranger tell thee thing thou thought tion told took Turgesius turned Tweasle voice walked wife window woman words
Passagens conhecidas
Página 554 - I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature...
Página 463 - To plague the inventor; this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Página 554 - My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
Página 602 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Página 67 - I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love — Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say "It lightens.
Página 551 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale...
Página 272 - Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow: Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus' varied lays surprise, And bid alternate passions fall and rise!
Página 554 - The Prince of Cumberland ! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ; Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Página 378 - That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a
Página 556 - Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content : 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.