London Society, Volume 2James Hogg, Florence Marryat William Clowes and Sons, 1862 - English literature |
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... Joyce Joyce , sharply . I always thought you so anxious for the well - doing of the Church of England . The arch- deacon approves of it . ' The dignitary gave a quiet and stately nod . Mayner looked very confused . He could not speak ...
... Joyce Joyce , sharply . I always thought you so anxious for the well - doing of the Church of England . The arch- deacon approves of it . ' The dignitary gave a quiet and stately nod . Mayner looked very confused . He could not speak ...
Page 420
... Joyce Joyce , and holding posi- tive opinions , bore their part as eagerly as any of the men . Soon after dinner I found myself standing close to Mayner and our host . I do beg of you , for your own sake , Mr. Joyce Joyce , ' said he ...
... Joyce Joyce , and holding posi- tive opinions , bore their part as eagerly as any of the men . Soon after dinner I found myself standing close to Mayner and our host . I do beg of you , for your own sake , Mr. Joyce Joyce , ' said he ...
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... Joyce Joyce . ' He smiled in a provoking but not unkind way . ' What do you laugh at ? ' I said . At your innocence , ' he an- swered . My mother says you are in love with that lady , and that you are priding yourself on your wisdom in ...
... Joyce Joyce . ' He smiled in a provoking but not unkind way . ' What do you laugh at ? ' I said . At your innocence , ' he an- swered . My mother says you are in love with that lady , and that you are priding yourself on your wisdom in ...
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... Joyce Joyce any man's wife . He then laughingly said he had taught me to know my- self , and had put me in a position to answer to myself whether I was or was not in love . Since this conversation I had been many times to Joyce Joyce's ...
... Joyce Joyce any man's wife . He then laughingly said he had taught me to know my- self , and had put me in a position to answer to myself whether I was or was not in love . Since this conversation I had been many times to Joyce Joyce's ...
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... Joyce Joyce , and tell him that you are in love with his daughter . ' I looked up at him questioningly . ' Well , ' he said , ' what else can you do ? You do not suppose that Miss Joyce Joyce will ever engage herself to you without his ...
... Joyce Joyce , and tell him that you are in love with his daughter . ' I looked up at him questioningly . ' Well , ' he said , ' what else can you do ? You do not suppose that Miss Joyce Joyce will ever engage herself to you without his ...
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Page 387 - ... had I but served God as diligently as I have served the king, he would not have given me over in my grey hairs. But this is the just reward that I must receive for my indulgent pains and study, not regarding my service to God, but only to my prince.
Page 566 - A drop of patience : but, alas, to make me A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at ! Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Page 34 - And starry river buds among the sedge, And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge With moonlight beams of their own watery light; And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep green As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen. Methought that of these visionary flowers I made a nosegay bound in such a way That the same hues, which in their natural...
Page 405 - It is the fashion to run down George IV., but what myriads of Londoners ought to thank him for inventing Brighton ! One of the best of physicians our city has ever known, is kind, cheerful, merry Doctor Brighton.
Page 316 - The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the goldenrod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen.
Page 560 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Page 448 - That bit of old wisdom which says that "all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" is in terms of our new psychological wisdom, absolutely true.
Page 68 - If persons who are now living, and who were present at that performance may be credited, the applause it received was almost as extravagant as his Agrippina had excited : the crowds and tumults of the house at Venice were hardly equal to those at London. In so splendid and fashionable an assembly of ladies (to the excellence of their taste we must impute it) there was no shadow of form, or ceremony, scarce indeed any apr pearance of order, or regularity, politeness or decency.
Page 378 - All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it, (Did you think it was in the white or gray stone ? or the lines of the arches and cornices ?) All music is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments, It is not the violins and the cornets, it is not the oboe nor the beating drums, nor the score of the baritone singer singing his sweet romanza, nor that of the men's chorus, nor that of the women's chorus, It is nearer and farther than they.
Page 476 - Why, b-becanse they both get blown — in time.' ïou t-thee the joke of course, but I don't think Sloper did thomehow: all he thed was —