The Fortunes of Nigel

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Nelson, 1905 - 580 páginas
 

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Página 112 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope ; to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy Prince's grace, yet want her peer?
Página 538 - Why, he could tell The inch where Richmond stood, where Richard fell, Besides what of his knowledge he could say, He had authentic notice from the play; Which I might guess...
Página 178 - Ah Ben ! Say how or .when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ; Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad? And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.
Página xiv - ... received you so kindly, and to the critics, who have treated you so leniently, ought to induce you to bestow more pains on your story. Author. I do entreat you, my son, as Dr. Johnson would have said, "free your mind from cant.
Página 152 - He was a kind, painstaking; man for his family as was in the alley, or, indeed, as far north as Paul's Chain." She would have proceeded probably to state the difference betwixt their ages as the only alloy...
Página i - The great ladies do go well masqued ; and indeed, it be the only show of their modesty to conceal their countenance ; but alack, they meet with such countenance to uphold their strange doings, that I marvel not at aught that happens.
Página 488 - We are not worst at once — the course of evil Begins so slowly, and from such slight source, An infant's hand might stem its breach with clay ; But let the stream get deeper, and philosophy — Aye, and religion too, — shall strive in vain To turn the headlong torrent.
Página 390 - A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance and horse to horse? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And through the kindred squadrons mow their way. Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed, Revere his consort's faith, his father's fame, And spare the meek usurper's holy head!
Página xi - Jones. Author. True, and perhaps Amelia also. Fielding had high notions of the dignity of an art which he may be considered as having founded.
Página 462 - O Geordie, Jingling Geordie, it was grand to hear Baby Charles laying down the guilt of dissimulation, and Steenie lecturing on the turpitude of incontinence...

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