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Novels and Novelists, from Elizabeth to Victoria, Volumen2
John Cordy Jeaffreson
Vista completa - 1858
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Página 51 - That young lady had a talent for describing the involvements and feelings and characters of ordinary life, which is to me the most wonderful I ever met with. The Big Bow-wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch, which renders ordinary commonplace things and characters interesting, from the truth of the description and the sentiment, is denied to me.
Página 19 - Yet sometimes deign, midst fairer maids. To think on her thou leav'st behind. Thy love, thy fate, dear youth, to share Must never be my happy lot; But thou mayst grant this humble prayer, Forget me not, forget me not ! Yet, should the thought of my distress Too painful to thy feelings be, Heed not the wish I now express, Nor ever deign to think...
Página 137 - A Lion, you, that made a noise, And shook a mane en papillotes. And once you tried the Muses too; You failed, Sir: therefore now you turn, You fall on those who are to you, As Captain is to Subaltern. But men of long-enduring hopes, And careless what this hour may bring, Can pardon little would-be Popes And Brummels, when they try to sting.
Página 5 - The sun had just sunk below, the top of the mountains she was descending, whose long shadow stretched athwart the valley, but his sloping rays, shooting through an opening of the cliffs, touched with a yellow gleam the summits of the forest that hung upon the opposite steeps, and streamed in full splendour upon the towers and battlements of a castle that spread its extensive ramparts along the brow of a precipice above. The splendour of these illumined objects was heightened by the contrasted shade...
Página 176 - Oh, be humble, my brother, in your prosperity ! Be gentle with those who are less lucky, if not more deserving. Think, what right have you to be scornful, whose virtue is a deficiency of temptation, whose success may be a chance, whose rank may be an ancestor's accident, whose prosperity is very likely a satire.
Página 34 - Whitsunday first the celebrated printer, Ballantyne (who had the honour of meeting you at Ashestiel), in the shape of an Edinburgh publisher, with a long purse* and a sound political creed, not to mention an alliance offensive and defensive with young John Murray of Fleet Street, the most enlightened and active of the London trade. By this means I hope to counterbalance the predominating influence of Constable and Co., who at present have it in their power and inclination to forward or suppress any...
Página 13 - We saw, you will readily suppose, a great deal of Miss Edgeworth, and two very nice girls, her younger sisters. It is scarcely possible to say more of this very remarkable person, than that she not only completely answered, but exceeded the expectations which I had formed. I am particularly pleased with the naivete and good-humoured ardour of mind which she unites with such formidable powers of acute observation.
Página 65 - Poor fellow : he died a martyr to his new riches — of a second visit to Jamaica. ' I'd give the lands of Deloraine, Dark Musgrave were alive again' — that is, ' I would give many a sugar-cane, Monk Lewis were alive again.
Página 137 - WE know him, out of Shakespeare's art, And those fine curses which he spoke ; The old Timon, with his noble heart, That, strongly loathing, greatly broke. So died the Old : here comes the New. Regard him : a familiar face : I thought we knew him : What, it's you, The padded man — that wears the stays — Who killed the girls and thrilled the boys With dandy pathos when you wrote ! A Lion, you, that made a noise, And shook a mane en papillotes.