Madame D'ArblayTinsley Bros., 1878 |
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Página 310 - She once told her sisters that they were wrong — even morally wrong — in making their heroines beautiful as a matter of course. They replied that it was impossible to make a heroine interesting on any other terms. Her answer was, ' I will prove to you that you are wrong ; I will show you a heroine as plain and as small as myself, who shall be as interesting as any of yours.
Página 80 - Was there ever,' cried he, 'such stuff as great part of Shakespeare? only one must not say so ! But what think you? — What? — Is there not sad stuff? What? — what?
Página 79 - Then coming up close to me, he said: 'But what! what! how was it?' 'Sir,' cried I, not well understanding him. 'How came you — how happened it — what — what?' 'I — I only wrote, sir, for my own amusement — only in some odd idle hours.
Página 318 - Yes; there is no Emily in time or on earth now. Yesterday we put her poor, wasted, mortal frame quietly under the church pavement. We are very calm at present. Why should we be otherwise? The anguish of seeing her suffer is over; the spectacle of the pains of death is gone by; the funeral day is past. We feel she is at peace. No need now to tremble for the hard frost and the keen wind. Emily does not feel them.
Página 299 - Impairing the force of this gift, was a stubborn tenacity of will, which rendered her obtuse to all reasoning where her own wishes, or her own sense of right, was concerned. She should have been a man — a great navigator,
Página 388 - Gains not an earth-deafen'd ear. Hail to the steadfast soul, Which, unflinching and keen, Wrought to erase from its depth Mist and illusion and fear ! Hail to the spirit which dared Trust its own thoughts, before yet Echoed her back by the crowd! Hail to the courage which gave Voice to its creed, ere the creed Won consecration from time ! Turn we next to the dead.
Página 17 - I have an exceeding odd sensation, when I consider that it is now in the power of any and every body to read what I so carefully hoarded even from my best friends, till this last month or two ; and that a work which was so lately lodged, in all privacy, in my bureau, may now be seen by every butcher and baker, cobbler and tinker, throughout the three kingdoms, for the small tribute of threepence.
Página 276 - Our plays were established; Young Men, June, 1826; Our Fellows, July, 1827; Islanders, December, 1827. These are our three great plays, that are not kept secret. Emily's and my best plays were established the ist of December, 1827; the 'others March, 1828.
Página 30 - His son seems weaker in his understanding, and more gay in his temper ; but his gaiety is that of a foolish, overgrown school-boy, whose mirth consists in noise and disturbance. He disdains his father for his close attention to business, and love of money ; though he seems himself to have no talents, spirit, or generosity, to make him superior to either. His chief delight appears to be tormenting and ridiculing his sisters ; who, in return, most heartily despise him.
Página 285 - Cain, of Byron, though the latter is a magnificent poem, and read the rest fearlessly; that must indeed be a depraved mind which can gather evil from Henry VIII, from Richard III, from Macbeth, and Hamlet, and Julius Cassar.