Elia: Essays which Have Appeared Under that Signature in the London MagazineCarey, Lea, & Carey, 1828 - 230 páginas |
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... hand neigh- bour , and daubed his hungry beard all over with it , till you would have taken him for the Last Day in December , it so hung in icicles . At another part of the table , Shrove Tuesday was helping the Second of September to ...
... hand neigh- bour , and daubed his hungry beard all over with it , till you would have taken him for the Last Day in December , it so hung in icicles . At another part of the table , Shrove Tuesday was helping the Second of September to ...
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... hand . Prithee , adjust this new collar to my neck gin- gerly . I am not used to these wooden cravats . There , softly , softly . That seems the exact point between ornament and strangulation . A thought looser on this side . Now it ...
... hand . Prithee , adjust this new collar to my neck gin- gerly . I am not used to these wooden cravats . There , softly , softly . That seems the exact point between ornament and strangulation . A thought looser on this side . Now it ...
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... ings . Behold in me , my flock , your true over- seer ! What though I cannot lay hands , because my own are laid , yet I can mutter benedictions . True otium cum dignitate ! Proud Pisgah emi- nence ! 3 REFLECTIONS IN THE PILLORY . 17.
... ings . Behold in me , my flock , your true over- seer ! What though I cannot lay hands , because my own are laid , yet I can mutter benedictions . True otium cum dignitate ! Proud Pisgah emi- nence ! 3 REFLECTIONS IN THE PILLORY . 17.
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... hand . A moment or two , and I shall walk on foot with the undistinguished many . The clock speaks one . I return to common life . Ketch , let me out . TWELFTH NIGHT . OR WHAT YOU WILL . THERE is REFLECTIONS IN THE PILLORY . 19.
... hand . A moment or two , and I shall walk on foot with the undistinguished many . The clock speaks one . I return to common life . Ketch , let me out . TWELFTH NIGHT . OR WHAT YOU WILL . THERE is REFLECTIONS IN THE PILLORY . 19.
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... hand upon the huge slices , dark with citron and plums , and heavy as gold . And then , when the " characters " are drawn , is it nothing to watch the peeping delight which escapes from their little eyes ? One is proud , as king ...
... hand upon the huge slices , dark with citron and plums , and heavy as gold . And then , when the " characters " are drawn , is it nothing to watch the peeping delight which escapes from their little eyes ? One is proud , as king ...
Términos y frases comunes
Angel April Fool Ash Wednesday Bartholomew fair beauty behold better called Caverswell character Christmas Day common countenance daughters delight Discase dream earth Ember Days eyes face fair fancy fear feel fellow flowers gentle gentleman give gone guests hand handsome hang hath head heard heart heaven honour hope humour John Tomkins Ketch king knew lady late laugh leave less look Lord Lord Mayor's Day Margate melancholy ment merry mind mirth nature never noble occasion once pain person pleasant pleasure poor pretty Quarter Days racter remember Rogation Day round scarcely seemed seen Shakspeare Shrove Tuesday sight sitting smile sometimes sort spared stand strange sure sweet tears thee thee I sing thing thou thought tion true truth turn Twelfth Night Valentine Valentine's Day walk window tax wine young
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Página 139 - Where were ye, nymphs, when the remorseless deep Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream! Had ye been there — for what could that have done?
Página 149 - So far from a wish to roam, I would have drawn, methought, still closer the fences of my chosen prison ; and have been hemmed in by a yet securer cincture of those excluding garden walls. I could have exclaimed with that garden-loving poet — Bind me, ye woodbines, in your twines ; Curl me about, ye gadding vines ; And oh I so close your circles lace, That I may never leave this place...
Página 91 - ... being in general readers of plays, were obliged to attend the more, and did attend, to what was going on, on the stage— because a word lost would have been a chasm, which it was impossible for them to fill up. With such reflections we consoled our pride then — and I appeal to you whether, as a woman, I met generally with less attention and accommodation than I have done since in more expensive situations in the house? The...
Página 87 - I wish the good old times would come again," she said, "when we were not quite so rich. I do not mean, that I want to be poor; but there was a middle state" — so she was pleased to ramble on, — "in which I am sure we were a great deal happier. A purchase is but a purchase, now that you have money enough and to spare. Formerly it used to be a triumph.
Página 94 - But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing nativities and deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting ceremonies of bravery in the infamy of his nature.
Página 88 - Do you remember the brown suit, which you made to hang upon you, till all your friends cried shame upon you, it grew so threadbare — and all because of that folio Beaumont and Fletcher, which you dragged home late at night from Barker's in Covent Garden?
Página 160 - Shall I be thought fantastical if I confess that the names of some of our poets sound sweeter, and have a finer relish to the ear — to mine, at least — than that of Milton or of Shakspeare?
Página 130 - I began with treating half seriously, I should have fallen upon a recital so eminently painful ; but this theme of poor relationship is replete with so much matter for tragic as well as comic associations, that it is difficult to keep the account distinct without blending. The earliest impressions which I received on this matter, are certainly not attended with anything painful, or very humiliating, in the recalling.
Página 158 - ... eterne." But where a book is at once both good and rare, where the individual is almost the species, and when that perishes, We know not where is that Promethean torch That can its light relumine...
Página 125 - He declareth against fish, the turbot being small, yet suffereth himself to be importuned into a slice against his first resolution. He sticketh by the port, yet will be prevailed upon to empty the remainder glass of claret, if a stranger press it upon him. He is a puzzle to the servants, who are fearful of being too obsequious, or not civil enough to him. The guests think