In Thackeray's London: Pictures and TextDoubleday, Page, 1913 - 199 pages |
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... stood when he emptied his pocket of its shillings . I was away over by the fireplace , and I edged as close as I dared , but he didn't see me . What , sir , would you give to - day for a shilling that Colonel Newcome had given you ? I ...
... stood when he emptied his pocket of its shillings . I was away over by the fireplace , and I edged as close as I dared , but he didn't see me . What , sir , would you give to - day for a shilling that Colonel Newcome had given you ? I ...
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... stood the last time I saw him . He had come on Founders ' Day to make a speech , and I can see him now as he pushed back his chair and stood facing the Brothers who stood up in his honour , and I can almost hear the tones of his voice ...
... stood the last time I saw him . He had come on Founders ' Day to make a speech , and I can see him now as he pushed back his chair and stood facing the Brothers who stood up in his honour , and I can almost hear the tones of his voice ...
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... said , ' Adsum ! ' and fell back . It was the word we used at school , and when names were called : and lo ! he , whose heart was as that of a little child , had an- swered to his name , and stood in the presence 21 IN THACKERAY'S LONDON.
... said , ' Adsum ! ' and fell back . It was the word we used at school , and when names were called : and lo ! he , whose heart was as that of a little child , had an- swered to his name , and stood in the presence 21 IN THACKERAY'S LONDON.
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Pictures and Text Francis Hopkinson Smith. swered to his name , and stood in the presence of the Master . " The silence became profound ; broken only by the scratch- ing of my coal on my canvas - a weird , uncanny stillness the kind that ...
Pictures and Text Francis Hopkinson Smith. swered to his name , and stood in the presence of the Master . " The silence became profound ; broken only by the scratch- ing of my coal on my canvas - a weird , uncanny stillness the kind that ...
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... stood out clear from the gloom of the choir loft and the deep - shadowed recess beneath the gallery . But even then I was not alone . It was Founders ' Day once more intent on the ceremonies . The chapel was peopled . Pendennis beside ...
... stood out clear from the gloom of the choir loft and the deep - shadowed recess beneath the gallery . But even then I was not alone . It was Founders ' Day once more intent on the ceremonies . The chapel was peopled . Pendennis beside ...
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Page 158 - I received one morning a message from poor Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and, as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly. I accordingly went as soon as I was dressed, and found that his landlady had arrested him for his rent, at which he was in a violent passion. I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him. I put the...
Page 37 - I have been young, and now am old ; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.
Page 101 - Rawdon left her and walked home rapidly. It was nine o'clock at night. He ran across the streets, and the great squares of Vanity Fair, and at length came up breathless opposite his own house. He started back and fell against the railings, trembling as he looked up. The drawing-room windows were blazing with light. She had said that she was in bed and ill.
Page 161 - ... which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit ; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller, sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
Page 103 - You innocent! Why, every trinket you have on your body is paid for by me. I have given you thousands of pounds which this fellow has spent, and for which he has sold you. Innocent, by—! You're as innocent as your mother, the balletgirl, and your husband the bully. Don't think to frighten me as you have done others. Make way, sir, and let me pass"; and Lord Steyne seized up his hat, and, with flame in his eyes, and looking his enemy fiercely in the face, marched upon him, never for a moment doubting...
Page 189 - Sir Roger de Coverley walking in the Temple Garden, and discoursing with Mr. Spectator about the beauties in hoops and patches who are sauntering over the grass, is just as lively a figure to me as old Samuel Johnson rolling through the fog with the Scotch gentleman at his heels on their way to Dr. Goldsmith's chambers in Brick Court ; or Harry Fielding, with inked ruffles and a wet towel round his head, dashing off articles at midnight for the Covent Garden Journal, while the printer's boy is asleep...
Page 157 - ... (with lots of cayenne pepper), of pulls on the river, of delicious reading of novels, magazines, and saunterings in many studios ; a land where men call each other by their Christian names ; where most are poor, where almost all are young...
Page 101 - He was in the ball dress in which he had been captured the night before. He went silently up the stairs, leaning against the banisters at the stairhead. Nobody was stirring in the house besides: all the servants had been sent away. Rawdon heard laughter within — laughter and singing. Becky was singing a snatch of the song of the night before; a hoarse voice shouted "Brava! Brava!
Page 104 - Why have I alluded to this man? I have alluded to him, Reader, because I think I see in him an intellect profounder and more unique than his contemporaries have yet recognized ; because I regard him as the first social regenerator of the day — as the very master of that working corps who would restore to rectitude the warped system of things...
Page 37 - A plenty of candles lights up this chapel, and this scene of age and youth, and early memories, and pompous death. How solemn the well-remembered prayers are, here uttered again in the place where in childhood we used to hear them ! How beautiful and decorous the rite ; how noble the ancient words of the supplications which the priest utters, and to which generations of fresh children, and troops of bygone seniors have cried Amen...
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Thackeray and His Twentieth-century Critics: An Annotated Bibliography, 1900 ... John Charles Olmsted No preview available - 1977 |