The Complete Works of William Makepeace Thackeray: The four Georges ; The English humorists ; Sketches and travels in LondonHoughton, Mifflin, 1889 |
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... fancy a considerable shrewdness , prudence , and even moderation in his ways . The German Protestant was a cheaper , and better , and kinder king than the Catholic Stuart in whose chair he sat , and so far loyal to England that he let ...
... fancy a considerable shrewdness , prudence , and even moderation in his ways . The German Protestant was a cheaper , and better , and kinder king than the Catholic Stuart in whose chair he sat , and so far loyal to England that he let ...
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... fancy Herrenhausen waterworks in place of those of Marly spread the tables with Schweinskopf , Specksuppe , Leberkuchen , and the like delicacies , in place of the French cuisine ; and fancy Frau von Kielmansegge dancing with Count ...
... fancy Herrenhausen waterworks in place of those of Marly spread the tables with Schweinskopf , Specksuppe , Leberkuchen , and the like delicacies , in place of the French cuisine ; and fancy Frau von Kielmansegge dancing with Count ...
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... side of the vehicle , with conical caps , long silver - headed maces , which they poised as they ran , and splendid jackets laced all over with silver and gold . I fancy the citizens ' wives and their 12 THE FOUR GEORGES .
... side of the vehicle , with conical caps , long silver - headed maces , which they poised as they ran , and splendid jackets laced all over with silver and gold . I fancy the citizens ' wives and their 12 THE FOUR GEORGES .
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William Makepeace Thackeray. gold . I fancy the citizens ' wives and their daughters look- ing out from the balconies ; and the burghers over their beer and mumm , rising up , cap in hand , as the cavalcade passes through the town with ...
William Makepeace Thackeray. gold . I fancy the citizens ' wives and their daughters look- ing out from the balconies ; and the burghers over their beer and mumm , rising up , cap in hand , as the cavalcade passes through the town with ...
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... Fancy the beaux thronging to the chocolate - houses , tapping their snuff - boxes as they issue thence , their periwigs appearing over the red curtains . Fancy Saccharissa , beckoning and smiling from the upper windows , and a crowd of ...
... Fancy the beaux thronging to the chocolate - houses , tapping their snuff - boxes as they issue thence , their periwigs appearing over the red curtains . Fancy Saccharissa , beckoning and smiling from the upper windows , and a crowd of ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...