The Works: With Memoirs of His Life and Writings by Robert Anderson, Zväzok 6Stirling & Slade, 1820 |
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Strana 3
... eyes to the other side , without making the poor woman any answer . Baffled in all her attempts to provoke a conversation , and quite unable to hold her tongue , as a last recourse the old woman began to talk with the boy . His prattle ...
... eyes to the other side , without making the poor woman any answer . Baffled in all her attempts to provoke a conversation , and quite unable to hold her tongue , as a last recourse the old woman began to talk with the boy . His prattle ...
Strana 5
... eye , ' My poor little fellow , ' said she , after a short pause , was nobody ever good to you ? " ' No , ' answered he , tress's son . ' 6 they are good only to the Mis- And have you no friend , my dear ? ' added she with a sigh . No ...
... eye , ' My poor little fellow , ' said she , after a short pause , was nobody ever good to you ? " ' No , ' answered he , tress's son . ' 6 they are good only to the Mis- And have you no friend , my dear ? ' added she with a sigh . No ...
Strana 6
... eyes- which the boy observing , and mistaking their cause , said , I fell a crying myself , when I heard that poor old Robin was dead . ' • That was like a good boy , ' said Mrs. Barnet . ' No , it was like a naughty boy , ' said he ...
... eyes- which the boy observing , and mistaking their cause , said , I fell a crying myself , when I heard that poor old Robin was dead . ' • That was like a good boy , ' said Mrs. Barnet . ' No , it was like a naughty boy , ' said he ...
Strana 28
... eyes →→→ • I believe so ' ' I am glad of it , ' said Sir Robert , for you looked as cold and indifferent as if you had been at church , or as if I had been repeating one of the sermons which Parson Drowsy preaches to your grandmother ...
... eyes →→→ • I believe so ' ' I am glad of it , ' said Sir Robert , for you looked as cold and indifferent as if you had been at church , or as if I had been repeating one of the sermons which Parson Drowsy preaches to your grandmother ...
Strana 32
... eyes of all mankind . The favourite wish of Sir Robert's heart had once been to increase his fortune to a plum . If I were worth a 6 hundred thousand pounds , ' said he , I should be satis- fied . ' When he had acquired this , however ...
... eyes of all mankind . The favourite wish of Sir Robert's heart had once been to increase his fortune to a plum . If I were worth a 6 hundred thousand pounds , ' said he , I should be satis- fied . ' When he had acquired this , however ...
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acquaintance agreeable Anguish answered apothecary arrived Barnet-hall beauty Carnaby Caroline CHAPTER child Clifton Colonel Snug conversation cried daugh daughter dear declared desired dinner doctor Edward England father favour Fillagree fond footman fortune Frankvil gave gentleman give gout Grafton Grimstone guineas happy heard heart honour hope husband imagined informed knew Lady Bab Lady Virginia ladyship letter lived London look Lord lordship Louisa madam maid manner marriage married Mawkish mentioned mind Miss Barnet Miss Huntly morning mother nature neral never Nevile obliged observed occasion opinion perceived person pleasure poor port wine postillion Pray present racter reason received rejoined rendered replied resumed seemed shew Shuffle Sir Charles Royston Sir Mathew Sir Robert soldier soon spect taste Temple thing thought tion told took uneasiness valet Waller wife wish Wormwood young lady young lord youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 124 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Strana 105 - The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon : Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes : The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclosed, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Strana 72 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Strana 142 - Their only labour was to kill the time; And labour dire it is, and weary woe. They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme; Then, rising sudden, to the glass they go, Or saunter forth, with tottering step and slow: This soon too rude an exercise they find; Straight on the couch their limbs again they throw, -Where hours on hours they sighing lie reclin'd, And court the vapoury god soft-breathing in the wind.
Strana 288 - Faults in the life breed errors in the brain, And these, reciprocally, those again. The mind and conduct mutually imprint And stamp their image in each other's mint ; Each sire and dam, of an infernal race, Begetting and conceiving all that's base.
Strana 107 - Which, by remembrance, will assuage Grief, sickness, poverty, and age; And strongly shoot a radiant dart To shine through life's declining part. Say, Stella, feel you no content, Reflecting on a life well spent?
Strana 135 - Secure us kindly in our native night. Or, if to wit a coxcomb make pretence, Guard the sure barrier between that and sense; Or quite unravel all the reas'ning thread, And hang some curious cobweb in its stead! As, forced from wind-guns, lead itself can fly, And pond'rous slugs cut swiftly through the sky...
Strana 154 - Yea even that, which mischief meant most harm, Shall in the happy trial prove most glory : But evil on itself shall back recoil, And mix no more with goodness, when at last...
Strana 466 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Strana 32 - Yet all this availeth me nothing, so long as I see Mordecai the Jew sitting at the king's gate.