The Life of Charles Dickens, 1±ÇJ. B Lippincott & Company, 1872 |
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214 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... painted The ruddy tints of health On haggard face and form that drooped and fainted In the fierce race for wealth; Till one arose, and from his pack's scant treasure A hoarded volume drew, And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure To hear the tale anew; And then, while round them shadows gathered faster, And as the fire-light fell, He read aloud the book wherein the Master Had writ of "Little Nell...
171 ÆäÀÌÁö - all about him is black as the wing of the night raven. Nothing can I spy that can mark him further; but having once seen him put forth his strength in battle, methinks I could know him again among a thousand warriors. He rushes to the fray as if he were summoned to a banquet. There is more than mere strength — there seems as if the whole soul and spirit of the champion were given to every blow which he deals upon his enemies. God assoilzie him of the sin of bloodshed ! It is fearful, yet magnificent,...
54 ÆäÀÌÁö - I had a saveloy and a penny loaf, or a fourpenny plate of red beef from a cook's shop; or a plate of bread and cheese and a glass of beer, from a miserable old public-house opposite our place of business, called the Lion, or the Lion and something else that I have forgotten.
28 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah ! who was I that I should quarrel with the town for being changed to me, when I myself had come back, so changed, to it ! All my early readings and early imaginations dated from this place, and I took them away so full of innocent construction and guileless belief, and I brought them back so worn and torn, so much the wiser and so much the worse ! XIII.
214 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... like the needles shaken From out the gusty pine. Lost is that camp and wasted all its fire ; And he who wrought that spell ? Ah ! towering pine and stately Kentish spire, Ye have one tale to tell ! Lost is that camp, but let its fragrant story Blend with the breath that thrills With hop-vine's incense all the pensive glory That fills the Kentish hills.
208 ÆäÀÌÁö - am the wretchedest of the wretched. It casts the "most horrible shadow upon me, and it is as much "as I can do to keep moving at all.
97 ÆäÀÌÁö - I walked down to Westminster Hall, and turned into it for half an hour, because my eyes were so dimmed with joy and pride, that they could not bear the street, and were not fit to be seen there.
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - I desire no better for my fame, when my personal dustiness shall be past the control of my love of order, than such a biographer and such a critic.
29 ÆäÀÌÁö - My father had left a small collection of books in a little room upstairs, to which I had access (for it adjoined my own) and which nobody else in our house ever troubled. From that blessed little room, Roderick Random, Peregrine Pickle, Humphry Clinker, Tom Jones, the Vicar of Wakefield, Don Quixote, Gil Bias, and Robinson Crusoe, came out, a glorious host, to keep me company.
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - A bed and bedding were sent over for me, and made up on the floor. The little window had a pleasant prospect of a timberyard; and when I took possession of my new abode I thought it was a Paradise.