The Works of Thomas Love Peacock: Preface. Biographical notice. Headlong hall. Melincourt. Nightmare abby

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Sir Henry Cole
R. Bentley and son, 1875
 

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Seite 140 - Two are better than one ; because they have a good reward for their labour. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up.
Seite 208 - I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
Seite 366 - Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea ! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time.
Seite 281 - Ye have the account Of my performance : what remains, ye gods ! But up, and enter now into full bliss ?" So having said, a while he stood, expecting Their universal shout, and high applause, To fill his ear ; when, contrary, he hears On all sides, from innumerable tongues, A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn...
Seite 98 - There is not any burden that some would gladlier post off to another than the charge and care of their religion. There be, who knows not that there be ? of protestants and professors who live and die in as arrant an implicit faith as any lay papist of Loretto.
Seite 350 - And wildly glittered here and there The gems entangled in her hair. I guess, 'twas frightful there to see A lady so richly clad as she— Beautiful exceedingly! Mary mother, save me now! (Said Christabel,) And who art thou?
Seite 283 - We shall exult, if they who rule the land Be men who hold its many blessings dear, Wise, upright, valiant ; not a servile band, Who are to judge of danger which they fear And honour which they do not understand.
Seite 306 - Oh, it's your only fine humour, sir ! your true melancholy breeds your perfect fine wit, sir. I am melancholy myself, divers times, sir, and then do I no more but take pen and paper presently, and overflow you half a score, or a dozen of sonnets at a sitting.
Seite 98 - What does he therefore, but resolve to give over toiling, and to find himself out some factor, to whose care and credit he may commit the whole managing of his religious affairs? some Divine of note and estimation that must be. To him he adheres, resigns the whole warehouse of his religion, with all the locks and keys, into his custody; and indeed makes the very person of that man his religion; 10 esteems his associating with him a sufficient evidence and commendatory of his own piety.
Seite 31 - MR. MILESTONE. Beautiful, Miss Tenorina! Hideous. Base, common, and popular. Such a thing as you may see anywhere, in wild and mountainous districts. Now observe the metamorphosis. Here is the same rock, cut into the shape of a giant. In one hand he holds a horn, through which that little fountain is thrown to a prodigious elevation. In the other is a ponderous stone, so exactly balanced as to be apparently ready to fall on the head of any person who may happen to be beneath; and there is Lord Littlebrain...

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