A Little of EverythingMacmillan, 1912 - 239 páginas Selections from the author's published works. |
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Aberdeen Alison asked beautiful Béguinage Bonnie Birdie Boody Boswell bull Cæsar Dear Charles Lamb charm Christmas church Cirencester coach course Dabney Dan Leno DEAR RECTOR delightful Dickens E. V. LUCAS Edwards Elia English eyes father Féng Hou French fresh fields friends garden girl Grandmamma Hall-Hall hand heart Horace Ingleside Jack James Thomson Janet joke Kink knew Lady Bird Lamb laughed Lawrence Lidbetter letters live London look Lulham Macmillan Company Mary mast Middelburg mind Miss Beam Music Hall never Nîmes Old Gentleman Paris Pekingese Pimpo Polk poor Pouly fils Pouly père Provençal remember Sir Pulteney Sister Lucie Vinken sous-chef Starling story Street Suffolk Punches talk tell There's thing Thomson thought threepenny bits told Tommy Cathcart town tree waiters Walcheren wonder write young Zeeland
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Página 32 - Sir, the life of a parson, of a conscientious clergyman, is not easy. I have always considered a clergyman as the father of a larger family than he is able to maintain. I would rather have Chancery suits upon my hands than the cure of souls. No, Sir, I do not envy a clergyman's life as an easy life, nor do I envy the clergyman who makes it an easy life.
Página 150 - ... farthings. In proportion as the years both lessen and shorten, I set more count upon their periods, and would fain lay my ineffectual finger upon the spoke of the great wheel. I am not content to pass away "like a weaver's shuttle.
Página 84 - we have a great surprise for you — the first dish of strawberries." "So early!" said the old lady. "How very extravagant of you, but how very pleasant." She took one, and ate it slowly, while Mr. Dabney laid the ruined fork aside and assumed the expression of a reprieved assassin. "'Doubtless,'" Grandmamma quoted, '"God could have made a better berry, but doubtless He never did.
Página 58 - And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us...
Página 105 - Pour on us torrents of light, good Sun, Shine in the hearts of my cricketers, shine; Fill them with gladness and might, good Sun, Touch them with glory, O Brother of mine, Brother of mine, Brother of mine / We are the lords of them, Brother and. Mate, I but a little ball, thoubut a Great!
Página 34 - You are a philosopher, Dr. Johnson. I have tried too in my time to be a philosopher; but, I don't know how, cheerfulness was always breaking in.
Página 151 - Banquet beyond its appropriate day, — for I fear the second of April is not many hours distant — in sober verity I will confess a truth to thee, reader. I love a Fool — as naturally, as if I were of kith and kin to him.
Página 39 - Really, pa!' cried both the daughters at once. 'How very unpleasant.' 'And rampant animals too!' repeated Mr. Pecksniff, with so much determination, that he may be said to have exhibited, at the moment, a sort of moral rampancy himself: 'and Virtue is the drag. We start from The Mother's Arms, and we run to The Dust Shovel.
Página 153 - I'd rather laugh a bright-haired boy, Than reign a gray-beard king! Off with the wrinkled spoils of age, Away with learning's crown, Tear out life's wisdom-written page, And dash its trophies down! One moment let my life-blood stream From boyhood's fount of flame; Give me one giddy, reeling dream Of life all love and fame!
Página 114 - Shakespearean philology, should have ceased to be. For such a cessation, at any rate, say what one will of immortality, is part of the sting of death, part of the victory of the grave, which St. Paul denied with such magnificent irony. And then we filed out into the churchyard, which is a new and very large one, although the church is old, and at a snail's pace, led by the clergyman, we crept along, a little black company, for, I suppose, nearly a quarter of a mile, under the cold grey sky. As I...