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The Caxtons: A Family Picture, Volume 3 Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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ambition amidst answer ANTANACLASIS APOSIOPESIS asked Austin better Blanche bless brother brow called Caxton CHAPTER child cried dear door drew eyes face fancy Fanny father fear feel fellow felt fortune gentleman George Cruikshank hand happy head heard heart heaven honour hope hurdy-gurdy knew Lady Ellinor laugh leave less lips live London look Lord Castleton ment mind Miss Trevanion mother nature never night once passion pause Peacock Philhellenic Pisistratus poor Primmins racter rience round ruin scalene triangle seemed side Sisty smile son's speak Squills stood sure talk tell thee ther thing thou thought Tibbets Tibullus tion took turned Ulver Ulverstone Uncle Jack Uncle Roland uncle's vanion Vivian voice walk William Caxton woman wonder word young youth
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78. oldal - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies, They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay, So flourish these, when those are past away.
319. oldal - We are here among the vast and noble scenes of nature ; we are there among the pitiful shifts of policy: we walk here in the light and open ways of the divine bounty; we grope there in the dark and confused labyrinths of human malice: our senses are here feasted with the clear and genuine taste of their objects ; which are all sophisticated there, and for the most part overwhelmed with their contraries.
136. oldal - He had, to a morbid excess, that desire to rise which is vulgarly called ambition, but no wish for the esteem or the love of his species; only the hard wish to succeed— not shine, not serve— succeed, that he might have the right to despise a world which galled his self-conceit.
221. oldal - Or pore over you through a microscope, to see how your blood circulates from the crown of your head to the sole of your foot...
15. oldal - A more lying, round-about, puzzleheaded delusion than that by which we confuse the clear instincts of truth in our accursed system of spelling was never concocted by the father of falsehood. How can a system of education flourish that begins by so monstrous a falsehood, which the sense of hearing suffices to contradict?
136. oldal - Caxtons.' Passion, in him, comprehended -many of the worst emotions which militate against human happiness. You could not contradict him, but you raised quick choler; you could not speak of wealth, but his cheek paled with gnawing envy. The astonishing natural advantages of this poor boy— his beauty, his readiness, the daring spirit that breathed around him like a fiery atmosphere— had raised his constitutional self-confidence into an arrogance that turned his very claims to admiration into prejudices...
158. oldal - Well, sir,' said Roland, seating himself, ' has the prescription done you any good ? ' "'Yes, uncle — great.' " ' And me too. By Jupiter, Sisty, that same Hall was a fine fellow ! I wonder if the medicine has gone through the same channels in both ? Tell me, first, how it has affected you.
346. oldal - It is scarcely surprising that Harrison Ainsworth should have secured to himself a very wide popularity, when we consider how happily he has chosen his themes. Sometimes, by the luckiest inspiration, he has chosen a romance of captivating and enthralling fascination, such as ' Crichton,' the
157. oldal - It is the life of a man that it does good to manhood itself to contemplate. I had finished the biography, which is not long, and was musing over it, when I heard the Captain's cork -leg upon the stairs. I opened the door for him, and he entered, book in hand, as I also, book in hand, stood ready to receive him. "Well, sir," said Roland, seating himself, "has tlie pre scrip lion done you any good?
55. oldal - I WAS always an early riser. Happy the man who is ! Every morning, day comes to him with a virgin's love, full of bloom and purity and freshness. The youth of Nature is contagious, like the gladness of a happy child. I doubt if any man can be called " old " so long as he is an early riser and an early walker.