131 résultats pour "anthology"
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"Ulysses" (poem) - anthology.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'We are not now that strength which in old daysMoved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,—One equal temper of heroic hearts,Made weak by time and fate, but strong in willTo strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Source: Tennyson’s Poetry . Hill, Robert W. Jr., ed. New York: W. W. Norton & Company, 1971.
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From Walden - anthology.
instant? We should live in all the ages of the world in an hour; ay, in all the worlds of the ages. History, Poetry, Mythology!—I know of no reading of another'sexperience so startling and informing as this would be. The greater part of what my neighbors call good I believe in my soul to be bad, and if I repent of any thing, it is very likely to be my good behavior. What demonpossessed me that I behaved so well? You may say the wisest thing you can old man,—you who have lived seventy years,...
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Connecticut Yankee - anthology.
This missionary knight's name was La Cote Male Taile, and he said that this castle was the abode of Morgan le Fay, sister of King Arthur, and wife of King Uriens,monarch of a realm about as big as the District of Columbia—you could stand in the middle of it and throw bricks into the next kingdom. “Kings” and “Kingdoms”were as thick in Britain as they had been in little Palestine in Joshua's time, when people had to sleep with their knees pulled up because they couldn't stretch outwithout a passp...
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From Hamlet - anthology.
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,Be thy intents wicked or charitable,Thou com'st in such a questionable shapeThat I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet,King, father, royal Dane. O, answer me!Let me not burst in ignorance, but tellWhy thy canonized bones, hearséd in death,Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchreWherein we saw thee quietly interredHath oped his ponderous and marble jawsTo cast thee up again. What may this meanThat thou, dead corse, again in complete...
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"A Modest Proposal" - anthology.
I SHALL now therefore humbly propose my own Thoughts; which I hope will not be liable to the least Objection. I HAVE been assured by a very knowing American of my Acquaintance in London; that a young healthy Child, well nursed, is, at a Year old, a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome Food; whether Stewed, Roasted, Baked, or Boiled; and, I make no doubt, that it will equally serve in a Fricasie, or Ragoust. I DO therefore humbly offer it to publick Consideration, that of...
- From Richard III - anthology.
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The Faerie Queene - anthology.
6In stead thereof he kist her wearie feet,And lickt her lilly hands with fawning tong,As he her wrongéd innocence did weet.O how can beautie maister the most strong,And simple truth subdue avenging wrong?Whose yeelded pride and proud submission,Still dreading death, when she had markéd long,Her hart gan melt in great compassion,And drizling teares did shed for pure affection. 7“The Lyon Lord of everie beast in field,”Quoth she, “his princely puissance doth abate,And mightie proud to humble weake...
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Excerpt from Macbeth - anthology.
As they had seen me with these hangman’s hands.Listening their fear I could not say “Amen”When they did say “God bless us.” LADY. Consider it not so deeply. MACBETH. But wherefore could not I pronounce “Amen”?I had most need of blessing, and “Amen”Stuck in my throat. LADY. These deeds must not be thoughtAfter these ways; so, it will make us mad. MACBETH. Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep—the innocent sleep,Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care,The...
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From Julius Caesar - anthology.
Let but the commons hear this testament—Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read—And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds,And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,And, dying, mention it within their wills,Bequeathing it as a rich legacyUnto their issue.FIFTH PLEBEIAN : We'll hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony. ALL THE PLEBEIANS : The will, the will! We will hear Caesar's will. ANTONY : Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it. It is not meet you...
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Excerpt from Coriolanus - anthology.
For that, “Forgive our Romans.” O, a kissLong as my exile, sweet as my revenge!Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kissI carried from thee, dear, and my true lipHath virgined it e'er since. You gods! I pray,And the most noble mother of the worldLeave unsaluted. Sink my knee i'th'earth;He kneels Of thy deep duty more impression showThan that of common sons. VOLUMNIA. O, stand up blest!He rises Whilst with no softer cushion than the flintI kneel before thee, and unproperlyShow duty as mistak...
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From "The Metamorphosis" - anthology.
As all this was running through his mind at top speed without his being able to decide to leave his bed—the alarm clock had just struck a quarter to seven—therecame a cautious tap at the door behind the head of his bed. 'Gregor,' said a voice—it was his mother's—'it's a quarter to seven. Hadn't you a train to catch?' Thatgentle voice! Gregor had a shock as he heard his own voice answering hers, unmistakably his own voice, it was true, but with a persistent horrible twittering squeakbehind it lik...
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From Robinson Crusoe - anthology.
How strange a Chequer-Work of Providence is the Life of Man! and by what secret differing Springs are the Affections hurry'd about as differing Circumstancespresent! To Day we love what to Morrow we hate; to Day we seek what to Morrow we shun; to Day we desire what to Morrow we fear; nay even tremble at theApprehensions of; this was exemplify'd in me at this Time in the most lively Manner imaginable; for I whose only Affliction was, that I seem'd banished from humanSociety, that I was alone, cir...
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Excerpt from Pericles - anthology.
To any. LYSIMACHUS. Yet let me obtain my wish. Helicanus draws a curtain revealing Pericles lying on a couch HELICANUS. Behold him. This was a goodly person, Till the disaster that one mortal nightDrove him to this. LYSIMACHUS. Sir King, all hail! The gods preserve you!Hail, royal sir! HELICANUS. It is in vain. He will not speak to you. LORD. Sir,We have a maid in Mytilene, I durst wager, Would win some words of him. LYSIMACHUS. 'Tis well bethought.She questionless, with her sweet harmonyA...
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From David Copperfield - anthology.
To this my mother returned, “Certainly, my dear Jane,” and said no more. I felt apprehensive that I was personally interested in this dialogue, and sought Mr. Murdstone's eye as it lighted on mine. “Now, David,” he said—and I saw that cast again, as he said it—”you must be far more careful to-day than usual.” He gave the cane another poise, and anotherswitch; and having finished his preparation of it, laid it down beside him, with an expressive look, and took up his book. This was a...
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Excerpt from Emma - anthology.
Her sister, though comparatively but little removed by matrimony, being settled in London, only sixteen miles off, was much beyond her daily reach; and many along October and November evening must be struggled through at Hartfield, before Christmas brought the next visit from Isabella and her husband and their littlechildren to fill the house and give her pleasant society again. Highbury, the large and populous village almost amounting to a town, to which Hartfield, in spite of its separate...
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Excerpt from Othello - anthology.
MESSENGER. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes,Have there injointed with an after fleet. FIRST SENATOR. Ay, so I thought. How many, as you guess? MESSENGER. Of thirty sail; and now they do re-stemTheir backward course, bearing with frank appearanceTheir purposes toward Cyprus. Signor Montano,Your trusty and most valiant servitor,With his free duty recommends you thus,And prays you to believe him. DUKE. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus.Marcus Luccic...
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From Moby Dick - anthology.
'My song for ever shall recordThat terrible, that joyful hour;I give the glory to my God,His all the mercy and the power.' Nearly all joined in singing this hymn, which swelled high above the howling of the storm. A brief pause ensued; the preacher slowly turned over the leaves of theBible, and at last, folding his hand down upon the proper page, said: 'Beloved shipmates, clinch the last verse of the first chapter of Jonah—'And God had prepared agreat fish to swallow up Jonah.' 'Shipmate...
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Excerpt from Persuasion - anthology.
“Yes, dear ma'am,” said Mrs. Croft, “or an uncertain engagement, an engagement which may be long. To begin without knowing that at such a time there will be themeans of marrying, I hold to be very unsafe and unwise, and what I think all parents should prevent as far as they can.” Anne found an unexpected interest here. She felt its application to herself, felt it in a nervous thrill all over her; and at the same moment that her eyes instinctivelyglanced towards the distant table, Captain Wen...
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The Beatles - Musik.
1963 Please, Please Me Please, Please MeLove Me DoI Saw Her Standing ThereTwist and Shout 1963 With The Beatles It Won't Be LongAll My LovingPlease Mister PostmanRoll Over BeethovenI Wanna Be Your Man 1964 Meet The Beatles I Want To Hold Your HandThis Boy 1964 Something New Things We Said TodayAnd I Love Her 1964 A Hard Day's Night A Hard Day's NightCan't Buy Me LoveI Should Have Known Better 1964 Beatles for Sale I'm A LoserEight Days A WeekEverybody's Trying To Be MyBaby 1965 Help! Help!Youre...
- Poetry of Lawrence Ferlinghetti - anthology.
- Epilogue to The Tempest - anthology.
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Poetry of Lord Byron - anthology.
A mind at peace with all below,A heart whose love is innocent! “Stanzas for Music” There be none of Beauty's daughtersWith a magic like thee;And like music on the watersIs thy sweet voice to me:When, as if its sound were causingThe charmed Ocean's pausing,The waves lie still and gleaming,And the lulled winds seem dreaming: And the midnight Moon is weavingHer bright chain o'er the deep;Whose breast is gently heaving,As an infant's asleep:So the spirit bows before thee,To listen and adore thee;Wit...
- John Donne's Poetry - anthology.
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Excerpt from King Lear - anthology.
Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretchThat hast within thee undivulgéd crimesUnwhipped of justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand,Thou perjured, and thou simular of virtueThat art incestuous. Caitiff, to pieces shake,That under covert and convenient seemingHas practised on man’s life. Close pent-up guilts,Rive your concealing continents, and cryThese dreadful summoners grace. I am a manMore sinned against than sinning. KENT. Alack, bare-headed?Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;Som...
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From "Song of Myself" - anthology.
Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age,Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean,Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.I am satisfied—I see, dance, laugh, sing;As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side...
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Excerpt from Henry VI - anthology.
SON. Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.This man whom hand to hand I slew in fightMay be possessèd with some store of crowns;And I, that haply take them from him now,May yet ere night yield both my life and themTo some man else, as this dead man doth me.—Who's this? O God! It is my father's face,Whom in this conflict I, unwares, have killed.O, heavy times, begetting such events!From London by the King was I pressed forth;My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man,Came on the part of York, pr...
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Stevenson: From Treasure Island - anthology.
air in front of him: ‘Will any kind friend inform a poor blind man, who has lost the precious sight of his eyes in the gracious defence of his native country, England, and God bless KingGeorge!—where or in what part of this country he may now be?’ ‘You are at the “Admiral Benbow,” Black Hill Cove, my good man,’ said I. ‘I hear a voice,’ said he—‘a young voice. Will you give me your hand, my kind young friend, and lead me in?’ I held out my hand, and the horrible, soft-spoken, eye...
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From As You Like It - anthology.
ROSALIND : Ay, and twenty such. ORLANDO : What sayst thou? ROSALIND : Are you not good? ORLANDO : I hope so. ROSALIND : Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing? [ To CELIA ] Come, sister, you shall be the priest and marry us.—Give me your hand, Orlando.—What do you say, sister?ORLANDO : [to CELIA ] Pray thee, marry us. CELIA : I cannot say the words. ROSALIND : You must begin, 'Will you, Orlando'— CELIA : Go to. Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind? ORLANDO : I will. ROSALIND...
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Excerpt from Northanger Abbey - anthology.
“I will read you their names directly; here they are in my pocket-book. Castle of Wolfenbach, Clermont, Mysterious Warnings, Necromancer of the Black Forest, Midnight Bell, Orphan of the Rhine, and Horrid Mysteries. Those will last us some time.” “Yes; pretty well; but are they all horrid? Are you sure they are all horrid?” “Yes, quite sure; for a particular friend of mine, a Miss Andrews, a sweet girl, one of the sweetest creatures in the world, has read every one of them. I wis...
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Excerpt from Richard II - anthology.
He may surrender. So we shall proceedWithout suspicion. YORK. I will be his conduct.Exit BOLINGBROKE. Lords, you that here are under our arrest,Procure your sureties for your days of answer.Little are we beholding to your love,And little looked for at your helping hands. Enter Richard and York RICHARD. Alack, why am I sent for to a kingBefore I have shook off the regal thoughtsWherewith I reigned? I hardly yet have learnedTo insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee.Give sorrow leave awhile to t...
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From Gulliver's Travels - anthology.
break my Bonds; but again, when I felt the Smart of their Arrows upon my Face and Hands, which were all in Blisters, and many of the Darts still sticking in them;and observing likewise that the Number of my Enemies encreased; I gave Tokens to let them know that they might do with me what they pleased. Upon this, theHurgo and his Train withdrew, with much Civility and chearful Countenances. Soon after I heard a general Shout, with frequent Repetitions of the Words, Peplom Selan, and I felt gre...
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From The Canterbury Tales - anthology.
In Gernade at the sege eek hadde he beOf Algezir, and riden in Belmarye;At Lyes was he and at Satalye,Whan they were wonne; and in the Grete SeeAt many a noble arivee hadde he be. At mortal batailes hadde he been fifteene,And foughten for oure feith at TramisseneIn listes thries, and ay slayn his fo. This ilke worthy knyght hadde been alsoSometime with the lord of PalatyeAgain another hethen in Turkye;And everemore he hadde a soverein pris.And though that he were worthy, he was wis,And of his po...
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Excerpt from Hard Times - anthology.
Mr Bounderby, the two gentlemen at this present moment walking through Coketown, and both eminently practical, who could, on occasion, furnish more tabularstatements derived from their own personal experience, and illustrated by cases they had known and seen, from which it clearly appeared—in short it was the onlyclear thing in the case—that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; thatthey were restless,...
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Excerpt from Martin Chuzzlewit - anthology.
But there is one other piece of evidence, bearing immediate reference to their close connextion with this memorable event in English History, which must carryconviction, even to a mind (if such a mind there be) remaining unconvinced by these presumptive proofs. There was, within a few years, in the possession of a highly respectable and in every way credible and unimpeachable member of the Chuzzlewit Family (for hisbitterest enemy never dared to hint at his being otherwise than a wealthy man...
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Excerpt from Bleak House - anthology.
patience, courage, hope; so overthrows the brain and breaks the heart; that there is not an honourable man among its practitioners who would not give—who does notoften give—the warning, 'Suffer any wrong that can be done you, rather than come here!' Who happen to be in the Lord Chancellor's court this murky afternoon besides the Lord Chancellor, the counsel in the cause, two or three counsel who are never inany cause, and the well of solicitors before mentioned? There is the registrar below...
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Excerpt from Titus Andronicus - anthology.
For that they will not intercept my tale.When I do weep they humbly at my feetReceive my tears and seem to weep with me,And were they but attirèd in grave weedsRome could afford no tribunes like to these.A stone is soft as wax, tribunes more hard than stones.A stone is silent and offendeth not,And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death.But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon drawn? LUCIUS. To rescue my two brothers from their death,For which attempt the Judges have pronouncedMy everla...
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Brontë: From Jane Eyre - anthology.
He rang and despatched an invitation to Mrs Fairfax, who soon arrived, knitting-basket in hand. ’Good-evening, madam; I sent to you for a charitable purpose: I have forbidden Adèle to talk to me about her presents, and she is bursting with repletion; have thegoodness to serve her as auditress and interlocutrice: it will be one of the most benevolent acts you ever performed.’ Adèle, indeed, no sooner saw Mrs Fairfax, than she summoned her to her sofa, and there quickly filled her lap with...
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Excerpt from The Tempest - anthology.
When he comes back; you demi-puppets thatBy moonshine do the green, sour ringlets make,Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastimeIs to make midnight mushrumps, that rejoiceTo hear the solemn curfew, by whose aid—Weak masters though ye be—I have bedimmedThe noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds,And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vaultSet roaring war; to the dread rattling thunderHave I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oakWith his own bolt; the strong-based promontoryHave I m...
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Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyam - anthology.
That just divides the desert from the sown,Where name of Slave and Sultán is forgot—And Peace to Mahmúd on his golden Throne! 12A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness—Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow! 13Some for the Glories of This World; and someSigh for the Prophet’s Paradise to come;Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! 14Look to the blowing Rose about us—”Lo,Laughing,” she say...
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Excerpt from Nicholas Nickleby - anthology.
After some half-hour's delay Mr Squeers reappeared, and the boys took their places and their books, of which latter commodity the average might be about one toeight learners. A few minutes having elapsed, during which Mr Squeers looked very profound, as if he had a perfect apprehension of what was inside all the books,and could say every word of their contents by heart if he only chose to take the trouble, that gentleman called up the first class. Obedient to this summons there ranged themse...
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From The Scarlet Letter - anthology.
“Mercy on us, goodwife,” exclaimed a man in the crowd, “is there no virtue in woman, save what springs from a wholesome fear of the gallows? That is the hardestword yet! Hush, now, gossips; for the lock is turning in the prison-door, and here comes Mistress Prynne herself.” The door of the jail being flung open from within, there appeared, in the first place, like a black shadow emerging into the sunshine, the grim and grisly presence ofthe town-beadle, with a sword by his side and his staff...
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Excerpt from Twelfth Night - anthology.
OLIVIA. What mean'st thou by that, Malvolio? MALVOLIO. “Some are born great—” OLIVIA. Ha? MALVOLIO. “Some achieve greatness—” OLIVIA. What sayst thou? MALVOLIO. “And some have greatness thrust upon them.” OLIVIA. Heaven restore thee! MALVOLIO. “Remember who commended thy yellow stockings—” OLIVIA. Thy yellow stockings? MALVOLIO. “—and wished to see thee cross-gartered.” OLIVIA. Cross-gartered? MALVOLIO. “Go to, thou art made if thou desir'st to be so.” OLIVIA. Am I maid! MALVOLIO. “If not, let m...
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Excerpt from Oliver Twist - anthology.
Now, Mr. Bumble was a fat man, and a choleric; so instead of responding to this open-hearted salutation in a kindred spirit, he gave the little wicket a tremendousshake, and then bestowed upon it a kick which could have emanated from no leg but a beadle’s. “Lor, only think,” said Mrs. Mann, running out—for the three boys had been removed by this time,—“only think of that! That I should have forgotten that the gatewas bolted on the inside, on account of them dear children. Walk in, sir, walk...
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Excerpt from Henry IV - anthology.
PRINCE HAL. Or an old lion, or a lover's lute. FALSTAFF. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe. PRINCE HAL. What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy of Moorditch? FALSTAFF. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes, and art indeed the most comparative rascalliest sweet young prince. But Hal, I prithee trouble me no more withvanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. An old lord of the Council rated me the other day in the street aboutyou, sir,...
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Excerpt from Dombey and Son - anthology.
light. Rivers and seas were formed to float their ships; rainbows gave them promise of fair weather; winds blew for or against their enterprises; stars and planetscircled in their orbits, to preserve inviolate a system of which they were the centre. Common abbreviations took new meanings in his eyes, and had sole reference tothem. A.D. had no concern with anno Domini, but stood for anno Dombei—and Son. He had risen, as his father had before him, in the course of life and death, from Son to D...
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Excerpt from Little Dorrit - anthology.
'That,' said the turnkey, 'is agen her.' 'She is so little used to go out alone,' said the debtor, 'that I am at a loss to think how she will ever make her way here, if she walks.' 'P'raps,' quoth the turnkey, 'she'll take a ackney coach.' 'Perhaps.' The irresolute fingers went to the trembling lip. 'I hope she will. She may not think of it.' 'Or p'raps,' said the turnkey, offering his suggestions from the top of his well-worn wooden stool, as he might have offered them to a...
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Excerpt from Mansfield Park - anthology.
arranged round the other. It was a fine arrangement for Henry Crawford, who was close to Fanny, and with his hands full of business, having two persons' cards tomanage as well as his own—for though it was impossible for Fanny not to feel herself mistress of the rules of the game in three minutes, he had yet to inspirit herplay, sharpen her avarice, and harden her heart, which, especially in any competition with William, was a work of some difficulty; and as for Lady Bertram, he mustcontinue in c...
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Excerpt from Barnaby Rudge - anthology.
Mr. Dennis rolled lazily over upon his breast, and resting his chin upon his hand in imitation of the attitude in which Hugh lay, said, as he too looked towards thedoor: “ Ay, ay, you knew him, brother, you knew him. But who'd suppose to look at that chap now, that he could be the man he is! Isn't it a thousand cruel pities, brother,that instead of taking his nat'ral rest and qualifying himself for further exertions in this here honourable cause, he should be playing at soldiers like a boy?...
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From Pride and Prejudice - anthology.
But why Mr Darcy same so often to the Parsonage, it was more difficult to understand. It could not be for society, as he frequently sat there ten minutes togetherwithout opening his lips; and when he did speak, it seemed the effect of necessity rather than of choice—a sacrifice to propriety, not a pleasure to himself. He seldomappeared really animated. Mrs Collins knew not what to make of him. Colonel Fitzwilliam's occasionally laughing at his stupidity, proved that he was generallydifferent, wh...
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Excerpt from A Christmas Carol - anthology.
External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snowwas more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty. Foul weather didn’t know where to have him. The heaviest rain, and snow, and hail, and sleet,could boast of the advantage over him in only one respect. They often “came down” handsomely and Scrooge never did. Nobody ever stopped him in the street to say, with g...