The Works of William Makepeace ThackerayJ. R. Osgood, 1872 |
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Page 497 - Wait till you come to Forty Year ! Forty times over let Michaelmas pass, Grizzling hair the brain doth clear : Then you know a boy is an ass, Then you know the worth of a lass, Once you have come to Forty Year.
Page 208 - Yellowplush." says he, seizing my hand, "you are right. Quit not your present occupation ; black boots, clean knives, wear plush, all your life, but don't turn literary man. Look at me. I am the first novelist in Europe. I have ranged with eagle wing over the wide regions of literature, and perched on every eminence in its turn. I have gazed with eagle eyes on the sun of philosophy, and fathomed the mysterious depths of the human mind. All languages are familiar to me, all thoughts are known to me,...
Page 497 - The reddest lips that ever have kissed. The brightest eyes that ever have shone, May pray and whisper, and we not list, Or look away, and never be missed, Ere yet ever a month is gone. Gillian's dead, God rest her bier, How I loved her twenty years syne ! Marian's married, but I sit here Alone and merry at Forty Year, Dipping my nose in the Gascon wine.