The Complete Works of William Makepeace Thackeray: The four Georges ; The English humorists ; Sketches and travels in LondonHoughton, Mifflin, 1889 |
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Pagina 2
... hundred years after- wards , blind , old , and lost of wits , singing Handel in Wind- sor Tower . William the Pious had fifteen children , eight daughters and seven sons , who , as the property left among them was small , drew lots to ...
... hundred years after- wards , blind , old , and lost of wits , singing Handel in Wind- sor Tower . William the Pious had fifteen children , eight daughters and seven sons , who , as the property left among them was small , drew lots to ...
Pagina 14
... whom a greater scamp does not walk the history of the seventeenth century . A hundred and eighty years after the fellow was thrust into his unknown grave , a Swedish professor lights upon a box of 14 THE FOUR GEORGES .
... whom a greater scamp does not walk the history of the seventeenth century . A hundred and eighty years after the fellow was thrust into his unknown grave , a Swedish professor lights upon a box of 14 THE FOUR GEORGES .
Pagina 16
... hundred warnings ; mild hints from her husband's par- ents ; grim remonstrances from himself - but took no more heed of this advice than such besotted poor wretches On the night of Sunday the 1st of July , 1694 , Königs- marck paid a ...
... hundred warnings ; mild hints from her husband's par- ents ; grim remonstrances from himself - but took no more heed of this advice than such besotted poor wretches On the night of Sunday the 1st of July , 1694 , Königs- marck paid a ...
Pagina 21
... hundred volumes , in none more fairly than in the excellent narrative of Lord Mahon . The clans are up in Scotland ; Derwentwater , Nithsdale and Forster are in arms in Northumberland - these are matters of history , for which you are ...
... hundred volumes , in none more fairly than in the excellent narrative of Lord Mahon . The clans are up in Scotland ; Derwentwater , Nithsdale and Forster are in arms in Northumberland - these are matters of history , for which you are ...
Pagina 22
... hundred contempo- rary books which paint the manners of that age . Our dear old Spectator looks smiling upon the streets , with their innumerable signs , and describes them with his charming humor . " Our streets are filled with Blue ...
... hundred contempo- rary books which paint the manners of that age . Our dear old Spectator looks smiling upon the streets , with their innumerable signs , and describes them with his charming humor . " Our streets are filled with Blue ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
acquaintance Addison admire amuse asked beautiful called charming Club Congreve court Covent Garden dance dear Bob delightful dine dinner dress drink Duke England English eyes face famous fancy father fellow genius gentleman George George III George IV George Selwyn give Goldsmith hand Hanover happy head heart Hogarth honest honor humor John Gay Johnson jolly jolly fellows Jones Joseph Addison kind King lady laugh letters lived London look Lord Lord Bolingbroke manner marriage married morning nature never night pantomime passed periwig person play pleasant pleasure poet poor Pope pretty Prince Princess Queen round royal smile society speak Steele Stella story Street Struldbrugs Swift talk Tatler tell thought Tom Jones took Tyburn verses walk Whig whilst wife William the Pious wine woman women wonder writes young youth
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Pagina 79 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Pagina 324 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Pagina 315 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given. But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven : As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread. Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Pagina 62 - His virtues walked their narrow round, Nor made a pause, nor left a void; And sure the eternal Master found The single talent well employ'd.
Pagina 175 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel, by divine command, With rising tempests shakes a guilty land (Such as of late o'er pale Britannia passed), Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform. Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
Pagina 182 - I HAVE observed, that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor, with other particulars of the like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.
Pagina 108 - I consider it an indispensable duty to close this last act of my official life by commending the interests of our dearest country to the protection of Almighty God, and those who have the superintendence of them to His holy keeping. Having now finished the work assigned me, I retire from the great theatre of action, and bidding an affectionate farewell to this august body, under whose orders I have so long acted, I here offer my commission, and take my leave of all the employments of public life.
Pagina 230 - Of manners gentle, of affections mild ; In wit, a man ; simplicity, a child ; With native humour temp'ring virtuous rage, Form'd to delight at once and lash the age ; Above temptation, in a low estate ; And uncorrupted...
Pagina 262 - Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine Lo, thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Pagina 251 - Dreading even fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise: — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaistered posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers' load, On wings of winds came flying...