Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 8Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1840 - Literature |
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... jist meself . And faith that same is no wonder at all at all , so be plased to stop curling your nose , for every inch o ' the six wakes that I've been a gintleman , and left aff wid the bog - throthing to take up wid a gintale title ...
... jist meself . And faith that same is no wonder at all at all , so be plased to stop curling your nose , for every inch o ' the six wakes that I've been a gintleman , and left aff wid the bog - throthing to take up wid a gintale title ...
Page 46
... jist as I was making up me mind whither it wouldn't be the purlite thing to sind a bit o ' writing to the widdy by way of a love - litter , when up cum'd the delivery sarvant wid an illigant card , and he tould me that the name on it ...
... jist as I was making up me mind whither it wouldn't be the purlite thing to sind a bit o ' writing to the widdy by way of a love - litter , when up cum'd the delivery sarvant wid an illigant card , and he tould me that the name on it ...
Page 47
... jist thin right in the face wid both eyes . But the little ould Frinchman he niver beginned to suspict me at all at all , and disperate hard it was he made the love to her leddy- ship . " Woully wou , " says he " Pully wou , ” says he ...
... jist thin right in the face wid both eyes . But the little ould Frinchman he niver beginned to suspict me at all at all , and disperate hard it was he made the love to her leddy- ship . " Woully wou , " says he " Pully wou , ” says he ...
Page 48
... jist ripped out wid a big oath , and says I , sure enough , - " Ye little spalpeeny frog of a bog - throtting soon of a bloody- noun ! " — and jist thin what d'ye think it was that her leddyship did ? Troth she jumped up from the sofy ...
... jist ripped out wid a big oath , and says I , sure enough , - " Ye little spalpeeny frog of a bog - throtting soon of a bloody- noun ! " — and jist thin what d'ye think it was that her leddyship did ? Troth she jumped up from the sofy ...
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... jist like a madman . But , mad as he was , he knew well enough what was the only best thing he could do , an ' so he tuk his baste out of the car ' , an ' whipped up on his back , an ' tore away for Cork for the bare life . An ' whin he ...
... jist like a madman . But , mad as he was , he knew well enough what was the only best thing he could do , an ' so he tuk his baste out of the car ' , an ' whipped up on his back , an ' tore away for Cork for the bare life . An ' whin he ...
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Page 448 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 78 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 163 - An excited and highly distempered ideality threw a sulphureous lustre over all. His long improvised dirges will ring forever in my ears. Among other things, I hold painfully in mind a certain singular perversion and amplification of the wild air of the last waltz of Von Weber.
Page 159 - I had so worked upon my imagination as really to believe that about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity — an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn — a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible and leaden-hued.
Page 165 - I here started as he spoke,) in the gradual yet certain condensation of an atmosphere of their own about the waters and the walls. The result was discoverable, he added, in that silent, yet importunate and terrible influence which for centuries had moulded the destinies of his family, and which made him what I now saw him - what he was.
Page 160 - ... antique, and tattered. Many books and musical instruments lay scattered about, but failed to give any vitality to the scene. I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. An air of stern, deep, and irredeemable gloom hung over and pervaded all.
Page 152 - She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
Page 166 - I thought his unceasingly agitated mind was laboring with some oppressive secret, to divulge which he struggled for the necessary courage. At times, again, I was obliged to resolve all into the mere inexplicable vagaries of madness, for I beheld him gazing upon vacancy for long hours, in an attitude of the profoundest attention, as if listening to some imaginary sound.
Page 159 - ... fungi overspread the whole exterior, hanging in a fine tangled web-work from the eaves. Yet all this was apart from any extraordinary dilapidation. No portion of the masonry had fallen; and there appeared to be a wild inconsistency between its still perfect adaptation of parts, and the crumbling condition of the individual stones. In this there was much that reminded me of the specious totality of old wood-work which has rotted for long years in some neglected vault, with no disturbance from...
Page 152 - The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he. Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast; The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.