The writings of Douglas Jerrold. Collected ed, Volum 4 |
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The writings of Douglas Jerrold. Collected ed, Volum 4 Douglas William Jerrold Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1852 |
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Side 191 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade — A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Side 335 - He is working out that most awful problem of life — slowly, solemnly. He is now the badged pauper, and now in the unknown country with Solomon ! Can man look upon a more touching solemnity ? There stands the old man, passive as a stone, nearer, every moment, to church-yard clay ! It was only yesterday that he took his station at the gate. His predecessor held the post for two years — he too daily, daily dying — Till, like a clock worn out with eating time, The weary wheels of life at length...
Side 191 - Let the fate of our hero be taken as an example. knew not the dangerous treasure he possessed. The parrot was a very Solomon in feathers ; and, though its possessor failed to appreciate the virtue, like true wisdom, it was sparing of speech. Its master, mistaking silence for inability, disposed of the bird as a blockhead, though, if it liked, it could, fifty times a day have called itself a clever fellow. However, there was this besetting sin in the bird, — it never opened its mouth, but it uttered...
Side 190 - THE PREACHER PARROT. CHAPTER I. " TRUTH," says John Milton, is "rarely born, but, like a bastard, to the shame of him who begets it." Let not the veracious reader start at this dreary faith ; for the same author goes on to declare, that time at length legitimatises the baseborn, and removes the odium from its father. Thus, though the living martyr may be burned to cinders, it may so happen that the greatest veneration shall be paid to his ashes. Now — as we are given to understand from gentlemen...
Side 330 - IA band of pick-purses — bloodshedders — robbers ? brought hither by the forlornness of the soul of man ? It is this thought that makes this bit of pebbled beach a sacred spot ; it is this spirit of meditation that hears in every little wave a sweet and solemn music. And there, where the ocean tumbles, was in the olden day a goodly town, sapped, swallowed by the wearing, the voracious sea.
Side 328 - And on this side corn-fields ; the grain stalk thick as a reed ; the crop level and compact as a green bank. And here, too, is a field of canary-seed : of seed grown for London birds in London cages. The farmer shoots the sparrow — the little rustic scoundrel — that, with felonious bill, would carry away one grain sown for, made sacred to, Portman-square canary ! We might, perhaps, find a higher parallel to this, did we look with curious eyes about us.
Side 53 - ... gibbet? No; many come as they would take an extra dram ; it gives their blood a fillip — stirs them for an hour or two; many, to see a fellow-man act a scene which they...
Side 300 - My love," replied the elderly lady, " I might say a great deal ; but when you have lived in the world as long as I have, you will know what a thankless task it is to convince people of their unhappiness. Now, my dear, it is enough that you and I know the wickedness of the man ; as for Mrs. Pigeon, poor fond soul ! were she to see the truth itself, I'll be bound she wouldn't believe it. I presume they'll be in town in another fortnight ? — I shall do myself the pleasure of calling upon dear Mrs....
Side 106 - Again, and once again, did I repeat the song : " Nay," said I, " more than half to the damsel must belong, For she looked with such a look, and she spoke with such a tone, That I almost received her heart into my own.
Side 200 - ... any of the teeth were seen, it might almost be doubted if they were not the pearl button itself. And then the Dian-like purity illustrated in such little lips ! they might, with difficulty, compass a whistle, but could never be brought to perpetrate a kiss. The eyes were worthy of the...