Anecdote Biographies of Thackeray and DickensRichard Henry Stoddard Scribner, Armstrong, 1874 - 305 頁 |
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... Story of his Life . " It was published in London not long after his death , and is the work of Mr. Theodore Taylor , whom I have already mentioned , and who was a diligent col- lector of Dickens ana . I have not a very high idea of the ...
... Story of his Life . " It was published in London not long after his death , and is the work of Mr. Theodore Taylor , whom I have already mentioned , and who was a diligent col- lector of Dickens ana . I have not a very high idea of the ...
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... story originally promulgated in America with a minute conscientiousness and particularity of de- tail that might have raised the reputation of Sir Benjamin Backbite himself . Whether all Sir Benjamin's laurels , however , should fall to ...
... story originally promulgated in America with a minute conscientiousness and particularity of de- tail that might have raised the reputation of Sir Benjamin Backbite himself . Whether all Sir Benjamin's laurels , however , should fall to ...
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... story of ' Oliver Twist , ' as I have told very many others who may have spoken to me on the subject , and which facts I now beg permission to repeat in the columns of ' The Times ' for the information of Mr. Forster and the public ...
... story of ' Oliver Twist , ' as I have told very many others who may have spoken to me on the subject , and which facts I now beg permission to repeat in the columns of ' The Times ' for the information of Mr. Forster and the public ...
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... story , and then appeared ' Oliver asking for more ; ' but it so happened , just about this time , that an inquiry was being made in the parish of St. James , Westminster , as to the cause of the death of some of the work - house ...
... story , and then appeared ' Oliver asking for more ; ' but it so happened , just about this time , that an inquiry was being made in the parish of St. James , Westminster , as to the cause of the death of some of the work - house ...
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... . Dickens named all the characters in this work him- self , but before he had commenced writing the story he told me that he had heard an omnibus conductor mention some one as Oliver Twist , which name , he said , xxii PREFACE ..
... . Dickens named all the characters in this work him- self , but before he had commenced writing the story he told me that he had heard an omnibus conductor mention some one as Oliver Twist , which name , he said , xxii PREFACE ..
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第 92 頁 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
第 62 頁 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. _*• Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person,...
第 4 頁 - 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.
第 111 頁 - And when, its force expended, The harmless storm was ended, And, as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o'er the sea ; I thought, as day was breaking, My little girls were waking, And smiling, and making A prayer at home for me.
第 296 頁 - As by some spell divine — Their cares dropped from them like the needles shaken From out the gusty pine. Lost is that camp and wasted all its fire: And he who wrought that spell ? — Ah ! towering pine and stately Kentish spire, Ye have one tale to tell!
第 234 頁 - I go to school,' says he. I took him up in a moment, and we went on. Presently, the very queer small boy says, 'This is Gadshill we are coming to, where FalstafF went out to rob those travellers, and ran away.' 'You know something about Falstaff, eh?' said I. 'All about him,' said the very queer small boy.
第 93 頁 - The prize be sometimes with the fool, The race not always to the swift. The strong may yield, the good may fall, The great man be a vulgar clown, The knave be lifted over all, The kind cast pitilessly down.
第 86 頁 - ... by his country ; beloved at his fireside. It has been the fortunate lot of both to give incalculable happiness and delight to the world, which thanks them in return with an immense kindliness, respect, affection. It may not be our chance, brother scribe, to be endowed with such merit, or rewarded with such fame.
第 67 頁 - But the earth is the Lord's as the heaven is ; we are alike his creatures here and yonder. I took a little flower off the hillock and kissed it, and went my way like the bird that had just lighted on the cross by me, back into the world again. Silent receptacle of death ! tranquil depth of calm, out of reach of tempest and trouble. I felt as one who had been walking below the sea, and treading amidst the bones of shipwrecks.
第 4 頁 - 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.