Life of W. M. ThackerayW. Scott, 1891 - 255 páginas |
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Life of W. M. Thackeray Herman Charles Merivale,Sir Frank Thomas Marzials Visualização integral - 1891 |
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 22 - Ah me! how quick the days are flitting! I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup.
Página 182 - At the usual evening hour the chapel bell began to toll, and Thomas Newcome's hands outside the bed feebly beat time. And just as the last bell struck, a peculiar sweet smile shone over his face, and he lifted up his head a little, and quickly said " Adsum !
Página 175 - December — it is your birthday ! But last year we did not drink it — no, no. My lord was cold, and my Harry was likely to die ; and my brain was in a fever ; and we had no wine. But now — now you are come again, bringing your sheaves with you, my dear.
Página 158 - I saw her first just as I rose out of an illness from which I had never thought to recover. I remember the trembling little frame, the little hand, the great honest eyes. An impetuous honesty seemed to me to characterize the woman. Twice I recollect she took me to task for what she held to be errors in doctrine. Once about Fielding we had a disputation. She spoke her mind out. She jumped too rapidly to conclusions. (I have smiled at one or two passages in the Biography...
Página 104 - I dare say I made a gaby of myself to the world : pray, my good friend, hast thou never done likewise ? If thou hast never been a fool, be sure thou wilt never be a wise man.
Página 115 - A pleasant land, not fenced with drab stucco, like Tyburnia or Belgravia ; not guarded by a huge standing army of footmen ; not echoing with noble chariots ; not replete with polite chintz drawing-rooms and neat teatables ; a land over which hangs an endless fog, occasioned by much tobacco ; a land of chambers, billiardrooms, supper-rooms, oysters ; a land of song ; a land where soda-water flows freely in the morning ; a land of tin dish-covers from taverns, and frothing porter...
Página 207 - I would like to be able to write a story which should show no egotism whatever — in which there should be no reflections, no cynicism, no vulgarity (and so forth), but an incident in every other page, a villain, a battle, a mystery in every chapter.
Página 240 - I married at your age with ^400 paid by a newspaper, which failed six months afterwards, and always love to hear of a young fellow testing his fortune bravely in that way.
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