Bentley's Miscellany, Band 44Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1858 |
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Algiers appeared army asked Auguste Mercier Balzac beautiful bracelet Captain cardinal Caroline Caroline Ellis colonel Courapied court daughter Dawkes dear death door Duchess of Bouillon Duke Eleanor empress England English Eugène Eugène Sue eyes favour feel France French Geordy Walker Gerard Guelf hand head heard heart honour hope horse husband Jews Jules Kage king Lady Sarah Lady Torwood land letter Longhead look Lord Louis XIV Madame Clovis Madame de Pompadour Marie marriage married Mazarin Mercier Miss Canterbury Monsieur Clovis Monsieur Perrotin morning never night Noel officer Olive once Palmerston Paris Paul present Prince Prince of Conti Rachel replied returned Rouen round Rufort Russia Russian sent Sievers soon tell things thought thousand told took town turned Voiture Voltaire Walter wife wish word Yates young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 622 - Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ? The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me ; But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it.
Seite 213 - I have had occasion to remark, at various periods of my life, that the deaths of those whom we love, and, indeed, the contemplation of death generally, is (cateris paribus) more affecting in summer than in any other season of the year.
Seite 339 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Seite 170 - Ainsi donc vous réunissez Tous les arts, tous les goûts, tous les talents de plaire; Pompadour, vous embellissez La Cour, le Parnasse et Cythère. Charme de tous les cœurs, trésor d'un seul mortel, Qu'un sort si beau soit éternel ! Que vos jours précieux soient marqués par des fêtes; Que la paix dans nos champs revienne avec Louis! Soyez tous deux sans ennemis, Et tous deux gardez vos conquêtes.
Seite 201 - The one was fire and fickleness, a child, Most mutable in wishes, but in mind, A wit as various, - gay, grave, sage, or wild, Historian, bard, philosopher, combined; He multiplied himself among mankind, The Proteus of their talents: But his own Breathed most in ridicule, - which, as the wind. Blew where it listed, laying all things prone, Now to o'erthrow a fool, and now to shake a throne.
Seite 214 - The weather was dry, the sky was cloudless, the blue depths seemed the express types of infinity; and it was not possible for eye to behold, or for heart to conceive, any symbols more pathetic of life and the glory of life.
Seite 214 - For it may be observed, generally, that wherever two thoughts stand related to each other by a law of antagonism, and exist, as it were, by mutual repulsion, they are apt to suggest each other.
Seite 213 - ... the light and the appearances of the declining and the setting sun are much more fitted to be types and characters of the infinite; and, thirdly (which is the main reason) , the exuberant and riotous prodigality of life naturally forces the mind more powerfully upon the antagonist thought of death, and the wintry sterility of the grave.
Seite 215 - A vault seemed to open in the zenith of the far blue sky, a shaft which ran up forever. I, in spirit, rose as if on billows that also ran up the shaft forever...
Seite 630 - Accordingly he crawled on his hands and knees to a place shown him, between the presents ranged in due order on one side, and the place where the emperor sat, on the other, and then kneeling, he bowed his forehead quite down to the ground, and so crawled backwards, like a crab, without uttering one single word. So mean and short a thing is the audience we have of this mighty monarch.