Works, Volume 2Estes & Lauriat, 1890 |
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Abel appeared Barbara Barbara's mother Becky Morgan better Bevis Marks cheerful Cheggs child Chuckster Codlin companion cribbage cried Brass Daniel Quilp dear Dick door dwarf eyes face fire Garland gentle gone grandfather hand happy head hear heart hope hurried Jiniwin kind Kit's mother laugh light little Jacob little Nell looked ma'am Marchioness MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK matter mind Miss Brass Miss Sally morning Nelly never night nodded nosegay notary OLD CURIOSITY SHOP old gentleman old lady once passed pony poor Quilp rejoined replied returned Richard Swiveller round Sampson Brass schoolmaster seemed sexton short silence single gentleman sleep small servant smile speak stood stop street sure Swiv talk tell There's thing thought tion told Tom Scott took turned voice Wackles walked whispered window Witherden word young
Populaire passages
Pagina 101 - My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea ; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee ! Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may...
Pagina 398 - She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free from trace of pain, so fair to look upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of life ; not one who had lived and suffered death. Her couch was dressed with here and there some winter berries and green leaves, gathered in a spot she had been used to favor. " When I die, put near me something that has loved the light, and had the sky above it always.
Pagina 293 - Statutes in that case made and provided, and against the peace of our Sovereign Lord the King, his crown, and dignity.
Pagina 215 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, • But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
Pagina 223 - said Brass, " no matter. If there's little business to-day, there'll be more to-morrow. A contented spirit, Mr. Richard, is the sweetness of existence. Anybody been here, sir ? " "Only my friend," replied Dick. "'May we ne'er want a — '" " ' Friend,' " Brass chimed in quickly, "
Pagina 398 - You plot among you to wean my heart from her. You never will do that — never while I have life. I have no relative or friend but her — I never had — I never will have. She is all in all to me. It is too late to part us now.
Pagina 408 - When Death strikes down the innocent and young, for every fragile form from which he lets the panting spirit free, a hundred virtues rise, in shapes of mercy, charity, and love, to walk the world, and bless it. Of every tear that sorrowing mortals shed on such green graves, some good is born, some gentler nature comes. In the Destroyer's steps there spring up bright creations that defy his power, and his dark path becomes a way of light to Heaven.
Pagina 7 - I revolved in my mind a hundred different explanations of the riddle and rejected them every one. I really felt ashamed to take advantage of the ingenuousness or grateful feeling of the child for the purpose of gratifying my curiosity. I love these little people ; and it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.
Pagina 11 - It always grieves me," I observed, roused by what I took to be his selfishness, "it always grieves me to contemplate the initiation of children into the ways of life, when they are scarcely more than infants. It checks their confidence and simplicity — two of the best qualities that heaven gives them — and demands that they share our sorrows before they are capable of entering into our enjoyments.
Pagina 407 - The light streamed on it through the colored window — a window, where the boughs of trees were ever rustling in the summer, and where the birds sang sweetly all day long. With every breath of air that stirred among those branches in the sunshine, some trembling, changing light, would fall upon her grave. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ! Many a young hand dropped in its little wreath, many a stifled sob was heard.