Temple Bar, Volumen7Ward and Lock, 1862 |
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... write tragedies , when nobody likes them ? " He turned his back to the stage , and folded his arms upon the velvet cushion of the box preparatory to indulging himself in a deliberate in- spection of the audience . Perhaps no brighter ...
... write tragedies , when nobody likes them ? " He turned his back to the stage , and folded his arms upon the velvet cushion of the box preparatory to indulging himself in a deliberate in- spection of the audience . Perhaps no brighter ...
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... write to you some day about little Mary . " " You'll do nothing of the kind , " exclaimed the boy . " You'll give me your address instanter , and I'll come to see you the first thing to- morrow morning , and you'll introduce me to ...
... write to you some day about little Mary . " " You'll do nothing of the kind , " exclaimed the boy . " You'll give me your address instanter , and I'll come to see you the first thing to- morrow morning , and you'll introduce me to ...
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... writer , the Drury- Lane supernumerary , had shrunk from any exposure of his poverty ; but his pupil's imperious good - nature had overridden every objection , and John Marchmont awoke upon the morning after the meeting at Drury Lane to ...
... writer , the Drury- Lane supernumerary , had shrunk from any exposure of his poverty ; but his pupil's imperious good - nature had overridden every objection , and John Marchmont awoke upon the morning after the meeting at Drury Lane to ...
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... writer and supernumerary , could ever come to be master of Marchmont Towers . Poor little Mary was in this less practical than her father . She carried her day - dreams into the street , until all Lambeth was made glorious by their ...
... writer and supernumerary , could ever come to be master of Marchmont Towers . Poor little Mary was in this less practical than her father . She carried her day - dreams into the street , until all Lambeth was made glorious by their ...
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... , in thought , going forth to do battle for a hazel - eyed mistress . " I'll write the story , Arundel , " John Marchmont said ; " I've no time to tell it , and you mightn't remember it either 22 JOHN MARCHMONT'S LEGACY .
... , in thought , going forth to do battle for a hazel - eyed mistress . " I'll write the story , Arundel , " John Marchmont said ; " I've no time to tell it , and you mightn't remember it either 22 JOHN MARCHMONT'S LEGACY .
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Página 381 - Here thou, great ANNA ! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea.
Página 344 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, " To be exalted thus;" " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
Página 581 - It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart.
Página 95 - All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey. This Flecknoe ' found, who, like Augustus, young Was called to empire and had governed long, In prose and verse was owned without dispute Through all the realms of Nonsense absolute.
Página 581 - Sermons, with his own comick figure, from a painting by Reynolds, at the head of them ? They are in the style I think most proper for the pulpit, and show a strong imagination and a sensible heart ; but you see him often tottering on the verge of laughter, and ready to throw his periwig in the face of the audience.
Página 186 - He did not, he could not see the dogs fighting; it was a flash of an inference, a rapid induction. The crowd round a couple of dogs fighting, is a crowd masculine mainly, with an occasional active, compassionate woman fluttering wildly round the outside, and using her tongue and her hands freely upon the men, as so many "brutes...
Página 79 - And save the expense of long litigious laws, Where suits are traversed, and so little won That he who conquers is but last undone. Such are not your decrees ; but so designed, The sanction leaves a lasting peace behind, Like your own soul serene, a pattern of your mind.
Página 587 - For my own part, I am but just set up in the business, so know little about it — but, in my opinion, to write a book is for all the world like humming a song — be but in tune with yourself, madam, 'tis no matter how high or how low you take it.
Página 80 - ... years and ten. Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught ; The wise, for cure, on exercise depend ; God never made his work, for man to mend. The tree of knowledge, once in Eden placed, Was easy found, but was forbid the taste : Oh, had our grandsire walk'd without his wife, He first had sought the better plant of life ! Now both are lost : yet, wandering in the dark, Physicians, for the tree, have found the bark : They, labouring for relief of...
Página 384 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.