The Idler, and Breakfast-table Companion, Volum 1,Utgave 1George Denney, 1837 |
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... heart ; his pulses are at full gallop ; his very being is multiplied . It is to this cause that an Actor has less admiration for his author The low , creeping envy of the Actor is to be accounted for on the same principle as his con ...
... heart ; his pulses are at full gallop ; his very being is multiplied . It is to this cause that an Actor has less admiration for his author The low , creeping envy of the Actor is to be accounted for on the same principle as his con ...
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... heart , for that has nothing to do with cri- ticism ; but at the heel as he was . When that be raised to crush an offender , we will forbear the blow - should the incapacity that provokes it , arise from managerial tyranny ; from being ...
... heart , for that has nothing to do with cri- ticism ; but at the heel as he was . When that be raised to crush an offender , we will forbear the blow - should the incapacity that provokes it , arise from managerial tyranny ; from being ...
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... heart of its possessor - evils too great to exist , at one time , in one and the same person . It is not an amiable trait in any man's character , to endeavor to prejudice the property of another : verbum sat . mitted . I hung the ...
... heart of its possessor - evils too great to exist , at one time , in one and the same person . It is not an amiable trait in any man's character , to endeavor to prejudice the property of another : verbum sat . mitted . I hung the ...
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... heart - rending . Mrs. W. WEST made a very fair Milwood , yet she was not exactly the being which we picture to ourselves , when reading the following snatch from the original metrical history of the recreant apprentice : - " Then Mary ...
... heart - rending . Mrs. W. WEST made a very fair Milwood , yet she was not exactly the being which we picture to ourselves , when reading the following snatch from the original metrical history of the recreant apprentice : - " Then Mary ...
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... heart , of some men of title , they all possess a degree of polish , which the drawing - room could not fail to impart even to an Ourang - Outang , if it frequented the upper circles . Now Mr. SIDNEY'S enactment of a sprig of ...
... heart , of some men of title , they all possess a degree of polish , which the drawing - room could not fail to impart even to an Ourang - Outang , if it frequented the upper circles . Now Mr. SIDNEY'S enactment of a sprig of ...
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Side 1 - Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant, is a mind distress'd.
Side 145 - Throw yourself on the world without any rational plan of support, beyond what the chance employ of booksellers would afford you ! ! ! " Throw yourself rather, my dear Sir, from the steep Tarpeian rock slap-dash headlong upon iron spikes. If you had but five consolatory minutes between the desk and the bed, make much of them, and live a century in them, rather than turn slave to the Booksellers.
Side 70 - Thus the ideas, as well as children, of our youth, often die before us: and our minds represent to us those tombs to which we are approaching; where, though the brass and marble remain, yet the inscriptions are effaced by time, and the imagery moulders away.
Side 160 - I did not understand him, till I felt my head hit against the beam. He was a man that never missed any occasion of giving instruction, and upon this he said to me, "You are young, and have the world before you; STOOP as you go through it, and you will miss many hard thumps.
Side 83 - I gave away the cake to him. I walked on a little in all the pride of an Evangelical peacock, when of a sudden my old aunt's kindness crossed me, — the sum it was to her; the pleasure she had a right to expect that I — not the old...
Side 56 - I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why then shouldst thou have mine? Yet now I think on't, let it lie; To find it were in vain, For th' hast a thief in either eye Would steal it back again.
Side 145 - Keep to your bank, and the bank will keep you. Trust not to the public : you may hang, starve, drown yourself for anything that worthy personage cares. I bless every star that Providence, not seeing good to make me independent, has seen it next good to settle me upon the stable foundation of Leadenhall.
Side 123 - It was a beautiful dny — so warm that every window was wide open — and so perfectly still, that the sound of all others most delicious to his ear, the gentle ripple of the Tweed over its pebbles, was distinctly audible as we knelt around the bed. and his eldest son kissed and closed his eyes.
Side 145 - Tis a pretty appendage to a situation like yours or mine; but a slavery, worse than all slavery, to be a bookseller's dependant, to drudge your brains for pots of ale, and breasts of mutton, to change your FREE THOUGHTS and VOLUNTARY NUMBERS far ungTOCiOUS TASK-WORK. The booksellers hate us.
Side 83 - I — not the old impostor — should take in eating her cake — the cursed ingratitude by which, under the colour of a Christian virtue, I had frustrated her cherished purpose. I sobbed, wept, and took it to heart so grievously, that I think I never suffered the like — and I was right.