More Pages from a Journal: With Other PapersH. Frowde, 1910 - 303 σελίδες |
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... brought with her a Northamptonshire girl as servant , and the two shared the work between them . At the time when this history begins she had five lodgers , all of whom had been with her six months , and one for more than a year . Mrs ...
... brought with her a Northamptonshire girl as servant , and the two shared the work between them . At the time when this history begins she had five lodgers , all of whom had been with her six months , and one for more than a year . Mrs ...
Σελίδα 13
... brought inside because of the cold , and is asleep in the living - room - her father , is he awake ? the tall clock is ticking by the window , she could hear its slow beats , and as she listened she fell asleep , but was presently ...
... brought inside because of the cold , and is asleep in the living - room - her father , is he awake ? the tall clock is ticking by the window , she could hear its slow beats , and as she listened she fell asleep , but was presently ...
Σελίδα 16
... brought you for- ward as an example . You have moved in cultured society , and he is of opinion that he is better fitted to preach to people like you than to farmers . ' Mrs. M. ' Culture , fiddle - de - dee ! Afore I was married , I ...
... brought you for- ward as an example . You have moved in cultured society , and he is of opinion that he is better fitted to preach to people like you than to farmers . ' Mrs. M. ' Culture , fiddle - de - dee ! Afore I was married , I ...
Σελίδα 29
... brought for the luggage . ' It's Tom ! it's Tom ! ' she screamed ; and it was Tom himself , white - headed now and a little bent . She insisted on walking with him by the side of his horse the whole four miles to their journey's end ...
... brought for the luggage . ' It's Tom ! it's Tom ! ' she screamed ; and it was Tom himself , white - headed now and a little bent . She insisted on walking with him by the side of his horse the whole four miles to their journey's end ...
Σελίδα 34
... brought back . He may have suspected the reason why I put it upstairs . My dearest , dearest mother , never fear that my affection for you can become less . Sometimes after marriage a woman loves her mother more than she ever loved her ...
... brought back . He may have suspected the reason why I put it upstairs . My dearest , dearest mother , never fear that my affection for you can become less . Sometimes after marriage a woman loves her mother more than she ever loved her ...
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asked aunt AXMOUTH beautiful believe better Bicknoller Blackdeep blue Borachio Brutus Cæsar called Charles Charlotte Brontë Christmas church Claudio Cleeve Abbey clouds Coleridge creatures dark daughter dear death dinner Esther excuse eyes father feel friends girl Goacher Godwin gone happiness hear heard heart Helen Hero hills HOMERTON hour husband Jackman Jane Eyre Julius Cæsar Kate knew lady Larkins live London look Lord Malvolio marriage married matter Measure for Measure Melissa miles mind minutes Miss Everard Miss Taggart Miss Toller moral morning mother Mudge Mudge's Nether Stowey never night o'clock once Othello passion perhaps person play Plutarch Poulter pray Radcliffe Rambler reason religion replied Shakespeare soul Sunday talk tell thing Thirty-Nine Articles thought tion told took true truth turned walked wife wind window woman word Wordsworth worse
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Σελίδα 283 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't. I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Σελίδα 273 - ... reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain ? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! \Exit.
Σελίδα 290 - And whether we shall meet again I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take : For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius ! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile ; If not, why then, this parting was well made.
Σελίδα 249 - And generally let every student of nature take this as a rule, that whatever his mind seizes and dwells upon with peculiar satisfaction is to be held in suspicion...
Σελίδα 211 - The sanction ; till, demanding formal proof, And seeking it in everything, I lost All feeling of conviction, and, in fine, Sick, wearied out with contrarieties, Yielded up moral questions in despair.
Σελίδα 201 - There are in our existence spots of time, That with distinct pre-eminence retain A renovating virtue, whence, depressed By false opinion and contentious thought, Or aught of heavier or more deadly weight, In trivial occupations, and the round Of ordinary intercourse, our minds 214 Are nourished and invisibly repaired...
Σελίδα 280 - Helen as a coward, and leaves her as a profligate : when she is dead by his unkindness, sneaks home to a second marriage, is accused by a woman whom he has wronged, defends himself by falsehood, and is dismissed to happiness.
Σελίδα 295 - Saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Σελίδα 303 - But the truth is, that no man is much regarded by the rest of the world. He that considers how little he dwells upon the condition of others, will learn how little the attention of others is attracted by himself.
Σελίδα 265 - O Harry ! thou hast robb'd me of my youth. I better brook the loss of brittle life Than those proud titles thou hast won of me ; They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh: But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.