The Idler, and Breakfast-table Companion, Volum 1,Utgave 1George Denney, 1837 |
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... scene is so complete , that nothing is left for the fancy to fill up , -every object successfully combining to promote a general harmony , and to produce one exquisite effect - the contemplation of which can- not fail of exciting in the ...
... scene is so complete , that nothing is left for the fancy to fill up , -every object successfully combining to promote a general harmony , and to produce one exquisite effect - the contemplation of which can- not fail of exciting in the ...
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... scene , will readily assent to the assertion , -nothing could be more 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 ...
... scene , will readily assent to the assertion , -nothing could be more 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 ...
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... scene oppresses and almost over- whelms the beholder with astonishment , and the mind labors to form a definite idea of such co- mantes . In the course of the evening Mr. Bartley addressed the company , and entered into a very ...
... scene oppresses and almost over- whelms the beholder with astonishment , and the mind labors to form a definite idea of such co- mantes . In the course of the evening Mr. Bartley addressed the company , and entered into a very ...
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... scene With more pleasure is brimming , The country all green , Or the town full of women . Good heavens ! and this is the chimney - sweeps ' day ! What a pity the milkmaids don't sweep them away . Come back , Milkmaid Garlands , Renew ...
... scene With more pleasure is brimming , The country all green , Or the town full of women . Good heavens ! and this is the chimney - sweeps ' day ! What a pity the milkmaids don't sweep them away . Come back , Milkmaid Garlands , Renew ...
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... scene ; and as the building , in its original state , fades from the view , and is gradually consumed by fire- leaving the structure one general scene of de- vastation - the effect becomes impressive in the extreme . Without witnessing ...
... scene ; and as the building , in its original state , fades from the view , and is gradually consumed by fire- leaving the structure one general scene of de- vastation - the effect becomes impressive in the extreme . Without witnessing ...
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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.