London Society, Volume 2James Hogg, Florence Marryat William Clowes and Sons, 1862 - English literature |
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... knew them fifteen , or twenty years ago . We say , as we knew them ; for the visitor to Paris now , will find the Parisian brow less serene , the Pari- sian sky less clear , the latter owing to the almost universal use of coal , which ...
... knew them fifteen , or twenty years ago . We say , as we knew them ; for the visitor to Paris now , will find the Parisian brow less serene , the Pari- sian sky less clear , the latter owing to the almost universal use of coal , which ...
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... knew how to employ ; and as he said it he gazed with even more earnestness into the now paling face of the girl from whom he had won the half- confession - of the woman , who was beginning to feel tricked and wounded . She gave him ...
... knew how to employ ; and as he said it he gazed with even more earnestness into the now paling face of the girl from whom he had won the half- confession - of the woman , who was beginning to feel tricked and wounded . She gave him ...
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... knew what was passing in her mind . Outwardly he had spared her pride ; and though now she deter- mined with all her force and will to uproot the tenderer feelings that he had striven to plant she could not resist the witchery of a ...
... knew what was passing in her mind . Outwardly he had spared her pride ; and though now she deter- mined with all her force and will to uproot the tenderer feelings that he had striven to plant she could not resist the witchery of a ...
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... knew how I longed to choke that laugh of his , when he indulged in it after uttering Lady St. Clair's name ! Ida St. Clair - Ida Courtenay ( her maiden name was ever so much prettier than the one she now bears ) . Ida ! that was my ...
... knew how I longed to choke that laugh of his , when he indulged in it after uttering Lady St. Clair's name ! Ida St. Clair - Ida Courtenay ( her maiden name was ever so much prettier than the one she now bears ) . Ida ! that was my ...
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... knew little about them , albeit in London they were the com- mon talk , and you may be sure the stories that were told lost nothing in travelling to town . After a time , however , George became more de- corous , at least outwardly ...
... knew little about them , albeit in London they were the com- mon talk , and you may be sure the stories that were told lost nothing in travelling to town . After a time , however , George became more de- corous , at least outwardly ...
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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 —