Charles Dickens, Barry Cornwall & Some of His FriendsHoughton, Mifflin & Company, 1876 - Всего страниц: 435 |
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... looked arter . " A blithe black was introduced on our arrival , as our pecul- iar and especial attendant . He is the only gentleman in the town who has a peculiar delicacy in intruding upon my valuable time . It usually takes seven ...
... looked arter . " A blithe black was introduced on our arrival , as our pecul- iar and especial attendant . He is the only gentleman in the town who has a peculiar delicacy in intruding upon my valuable time . It usually takes seven ...
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... looked- for letters , wherein was a circumstantial account of the whole conduct and behavior of our pets ; with marvellous narrations of Charley's precocity at a Twelfth Night juve- nile party at Macready's ; and tremendous predictions ...
... looked- for letters , wherein was a circumstantial account of the whole conduct and behavior of our pets ; with marvellous narrations of Charley's precocity at a Twelfth Night juve- nile party at Macready's ; and tremendous predictions ...
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... looked round the bed strangely . " Not a bad one , is it ? " says the doctor . The patient shook his head , rubbed his trembling hand upon his stom- ach , bolted the oyster , and fell back - dead . They buried him in the prison yard ...
... looked round the bed strangely . " Not a bad one , is it ? " says the doctor . The patient shook his head , rubbed his trembling hand upon his stom- ach , bolted the oyster , and fell back - dead . They buried him in the prison yard ...
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... looked over my journal , and have decided to produce my American trip in two volumes . I have writ- ten about half the first since I came home , and hope to be out in October . This is " exclusive news , " to be communi- cated to any ...
... looked over my journal , and have decided to produce my American trip in two volumes . I have writ- ten about half the first since I came home , and hope to be out in October . This is " exclusive news , " to be communi- cated to any ...
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... looked very hard at me and fluttered about me at the same time , like a giant butterfly . After a pause , he says , in a Sam Wellerish kind of way : " I vent to the club this mornin ' , sir . There vorn't no letters , sir . " " Very ...
... looked very hard at me and fluttered about me at the same time , like a giant butterfly . After a pause , he says , in a Sam Wellerish kind of way : " I vent to the club this mornin ' , sir . There vorn't no letters , sir . " " Very ...
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affectionate America asked BARRY CORNWALL beautiful Bob Cratchit Boston called Carlyle CHARLES DICKENS Charles Lamb cheerful child Christmas Carol Cobham Park cold dark David Copperfield dear Felton DEAR FIELDS delightful Dickens's dinner Dolby door dream England eyes face Favorite Poems Fezziwig Forster Gad's Hill Gad's Hill Place gentleman Ghost half hand happy head hear heard heart hope hour Jacob Marley kind knew ladies Landor laugh Leigh Hunt letter live London looked Marley Marley's merry Christmas miles mind morning never night Oliver Twist once person poet poor Procter remember replied Rochester Rogers round scene Scrooge's nephew seemed seen sent Spirit stood story streets talk tell things thought Tiny Tiny Tim told turned Uncle Scrooge voice walk Wilkie Collins wish wonderful words write
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Стр. 21 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Стр. 87 - Cratchit said with great delight (surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish), they had n't ate it all at last ! Yet every one had had enough, and the youngest Cratchits in particular were steeped in sage and onion to the eyebrows ! But now, the plates being changed by Miss Belinda, Mrs. Cratchit left the room alone, — too nervous to bear witnesses, — to take the pudding up, and bring it in.
Стр. 15 - Foul weather didn't know where to have him. The heaviest rain, and snow, and hail, and sleet, could boast of the advantage over him in only one respect. They often "came down" handsomely, and Scrooge never did.
Стр. 88 - Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs. Cratchit since their marriage. Mrs. Cratchit said that now the weight was off her mind, she would confess she had had her doubts about the quantity of flour.
Стр. 58 - Every movable was packed off, as if it were dismissed from public life for evermore; the floor was swept and watered, the lamps were trimmed, fuel was heaped upon the fire; and the warehouse was as snug, and warm, and dry, and bright a ballroom as you would desire to see upon a winter's night.
Стр. 18 - ... em through a round dozen of months presented dead against you? If I could work my will,' said Scrooge indignantly, 'every idiot who goes about with "Merry Christmas...
Стр. 135 - I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world! Hallo here! Whoop! Hallo!
Стр. 130 - I draw nearer to that stone to which you point," said Scrooge, "answer me one question. Are these the shadows of the things that Will be, or are they shadows of the things that May be, only? " Still the Ghost pointed downward to the grave by which it stood. "Men's courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead,
Стр. 119 - ... treat for me to be brought to look at it. And now, I am nine, I come by myself to look at it. And 'ever since I can recollect, my father, seeing me so fond of it, has often said to me, 'If you were to be very persevering and were to work hard, you might some day come to live in it.
Стр. 83 - Martha, mother!' cried the two young Cratchits. 'Hurrah! There's such a goose, Martha!' 'Why, bless your heart alive, my dear, how late you are!' said Mrs Cratchit, kissing her a dozen times, and taking off her shawl and bonnet for her with officious zeal. 'We'da deal of work to finish up last night,' replied the girl, 'and had to clear away this morning, mother.