Bentley's Miscellany, Volum 7Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1840 |
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Pàgina 6
... passed over the old bridge across the Irwell connecting Manchester with Salford , on which stood an ancient chapel ... passing her hand across her brow , as if to clear her sight , " it was no dream - no vision . I see one of them now ...
... passed over the old bridge across the Irwell connecting Manchester with Salford , on which stood an ancient chapel ... passing her hand across her brow , as if to clear her sight , " it was no dream - no vision . I see one of them now ...
Pàgina 10
... passed in prayer , the recluse begged him to give her the crucifix that she might clasp it to her breast . This done , she became more composed , and prepared herself to meet her end . Suddenly , as if something had again disturbed her ...
... passed in prayer , the recluse begged him to give her the crucifix that she might clasp it to her breast . This done , she became more composed , and prepared herself to meet her end . Suddenly , as if something had again disturbed her ...
Pàgina 29
... passed last night at the gaming - table . " " I - sir - I at the gaming - table ? " stammered out the young man . His father remained silent for a while , and then said in a solemn tone , " Now , on your honour - on your soul , sir ...
... passed last night at the gaming - table . " " I - sir - I at the gaming - table ? " stammered out the young man . His father remained silent for a while , and then said in a solemn tone , " Now , on your honour - on your soul , sir ...
Pàgina 50
... passed out of his mother's house , he found the night , as he thought , peculiarly adapted for his purpose . The air was dark and troubled , vexed with contending winds , which blew , as it seemed , now from one quarter of the heavens ...
... passed out of his mother's house , he found the night , as he thought , peculiarly adapted for his purpose . The air was dark and troubled , vexed with contending winds , which blew , as it seemed , now from one quarter of the heavens ...
Pàgina 67
... passed . He tried caution again ; and again Stanley tapped him . This enraged him far more than would a corresponding number of straightforward blows , and he expressed himself precisely to that effect . 66 Why don't you strike out ...
... passed . He tried caution again ; and again Stanley tapped him . This enraged him far more than would a corresponding number of straightforward blows , and he expressed himself precisely to that effect . 66 Why don't you strike out ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 581 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Pàgina 280 - What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore / Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Pàgina 256 - THERE are no colours in the fairest sky So fair as these. The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing.
Pàgina 556 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Pàgina 511 - Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think, there be six Richmonds in the field ; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him: — A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! [Exeunt.
Pàgina 378 - The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble: or be alive again, And dare me to the desert with thy sword ; If trembling I inhabit then, protest me The baby of a girl.
Pàgina 288 - Victory; and may no misconduct in any one tarnish it; and may humanity after Victory be the predominant feature in the British Fleet. For myself, individually, I commit my life to Him, who made me, and may his blessing light upon my endeavours for serving my Country faithfully. To him I resign myself and the just cause which is entrusted to me to defend. Amen. Amen. Amen.
Pàgina 280 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn?
Pàgina 256 - Oh could we copy their mild virtues, then What joy to live, what blessedness to die! Methinks their very names shine still and bright ; Apart — like glow-worms on a summer night; Or lonely tapers when from far they fling A guiding ray; or seen — like stars on high, Satellites burning in a lucid ring Around meek Walton's heavenly memory.
Pàgina 275 - wide awake" In an instant ; for, when only decently drunk, Nothing sobers a man so completely as