George Borrow, the Man and His BooksE. P. Dutton, 1912 - 333 sider |
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Side 219 - I'll try to make you feel what a sweet thing it is to be alive, brother !
Side 8 - ... singularity) a broad-brimmed, high-peaked Andalusian hat, or at least one very much resembling those generally worn in that province. In stature he was shorter than his more youthful companion, yet he must have measured six feet at least, and was stronger built, if possible. What brawn! — what bone! — what legs! — what thighs! The third Gypsy, who remained on horseback, looked more like a phantom than any thing human. His complexion was the colour of pale dust, and of that same colour was...
Side 43 - I WAS BORN in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreigner of Bremen who settled first at Hull.
Side 219 - There's night and day, brother, both sweet things ; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things ; there's likewise a wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother ; who would wish to die...
Side 252 - There sits the yeoman at the end of his long room, surrounded by his friends : glasses are filled, and a song is the cry, and a song is sung well suited to the place ; it finds an echo in every heart — fists are clenched, arms are waved, and the portraits of the mighty fighting men of yore, Broughton, and Slack, and Ben, which adorn the walls, appear to smile grim approbation, whilst many a manly voice joins in the bold chorus...
Side 41 - It is no easy thing to tell a story plainly and distinctly by mouth; but to tell one on paper is difficult indeed, so many snares lie in the way. People are afraid to put down what is common on paper, they seek to embellish their narratives, as they think, by philosophic speculations and reflections; they are anxious to shine, and people who are anxious to shine can never tell a plain story. 'So I went with them to a music booth, where they made me almost drunk with gin, and began to talk their flash...
Side 18 - Well, brother, if you had wanted the two hundred, instead of the fifty, I could have lent them to you, and would have done so, for I knew you would not be long pazorrhus to me.
Side 82 - In the mean time, the lowly cottage of the poor husbandman is passed by as scarcely deserving of notice. Yet perchance such a cottage may often contain a treasure of infinitely more value than the sumptuous palace of the rich man-, even "the pearl of great price.
Side 145 - Of my wife I will merely say that she is a perfect paragon of wives — can make puddings and sweets and treacle posset, and is the best woman of business in Eastern Anglia...
Side 219 - When a man dies, he is cast into the earth, and his wife and child sorrow over him. If he has neither wife nor child, then his father and mother, I suppose; and if he is quite alone in the world, why, then, he is cast into the earth, and there...