The Christmas Books of Mr. M.A. Titmarsh: EtcSmith, Elder, 1898 - 340 páginas |
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The Christmas Books of Mr. M.A.Titmarsh (Volume 1 of 2) (EasyRead Super ... William Makepeace Thackeray Vista previa limitada - 1911 |
Términos y frases comunes
admire Angelica ANNE BRONTË asked Athelstane bartizan battle of Alarcos beautiful Betsinda breakfast Captain Hicks castle Chalus CHARLOTTE BRONTË Christmas court cried Crim Tartary croupiers Crown 8vo dance daughter dear dinner dirhems Doctor Don Beltran Edition eyes face father fellow florins gentleman Giglio girl Gruffanuff hand head heard heart Hedzoff honour Ivanhoe's King Padella knew Knightsbridge Lady Kicklebury ladyship Lankin laugh Lavinia Lenoir look Lord Majesty mamma married Master Milliken Miss Fanny Miss Raby morning Mulligan never night Noirbourg Paflagonia party Perkins play Pocklington poor portrait pretty Prince Bulbo Prince Giglio Princess Queen Ranville Rebecca Richard RICHARD DOYLE ring Rosalba Rotherwood round Rowena Royal Highness says Serjeant Sir Wilfrid Street Talboys talk Templestowe thee thou thought Titmarsh took W. M. THACKERAY walked Waltheof Wamba wife Wilfrid of Ivanhoe woman Xixona young
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Página 144 - ... away ? The reddest lips that ever have kissed, The brightest eyes that ever have shone, May pray and whisper, and we not list, Or look away, and never be missed, Ere yet ever a month is gone.
Página 110 - I'd say, your woes were not less keen, Your hopes more vain, than those of men ; Your pangs or pleasures of fifteen, At forty-five played o'er again. I'd say, we suffer and we strive Not less nor more as men than boys ; With grizzled beards at forty-five, As erst at twelve, in corduroys.
Página 110 - THE play is done; the curtain drops, Slow falling to the prompter's bell: A moment yet the actor stops, And looks around, to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task; And, when he's laughed and said his say, He shows, as he removes the mask, A face that's anything but gay.
Página 111 - His betters, see, below him sit, Or hunger hopeless at the gate. Who bade the mud from Dives' wheel To spurn the rags of Lazarus?
Página 219 - The next morning we had passed by the rocks and towers, the old familiar landscapes, the gleaming towns by the river-side, and the green vineyards combed along the hills, and when I woke up, it was at a great hotel at Cologne, and it was not sunrise yet Unit / lay opposite, and over Deutz the dusky sky was reddened.
Página 111 - Who knows the Inscrutable design ? Blessed be He who took and gave : Why should your mother, Charles, not mine Be weeping at her darling's grave ?* We bow to heaven that...
Página 111 - I'd say how fate may change and shift: The prize be sometimes with the fool, The race not always to the swift. The strong may yield, the good may fall, The great man be a vulgar clown, The knave be lifted over all, The kind cast pitilessly down.