The Life and Writing of Charles Dickens: A Woman's Memorial VolumeE.C. Allen & Company, 1871 - 401 páginas |
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Página 95
... stood there , in all this glare of living light , with one hand resting on the wooden slab before him , the other held to his ear , and his head thrust forward to en- able him to catch with greater distinctness every word that fell from ...
... stood there , in all this glare of living light , with one hand resting on the wooden slab before him , the other held to his ear , and his head thrust forward to en- able him to catch with greater distinctness every word that fell from ...
Página 99
... stood with the same air and gesture . A woman in the gallery uttered some exclamation , called forth by this dread solemnity . He looked hastily up as if angry at the interruption , and bent forward yet more atten- tively . The address ...
... stood with the same air and gesture . A woman in the gallery uttered some exclamation , called forth by this dread solemnity . He looked hastily up as if angry at the interruption , and bent forward yet more atten- tively . The address ...
Página 121
... , which , in a less interested observer than Nicholas , might have provoked a smile . Mrs. Squeers stood at one of the desks , presiding over an immense - - basin of brimstone and treacle , of which CHARLES DICKENS . 121.
... , which , in a less interested observer than Nicholas , might have provoked a smile . Mrs. Squeers stood at one of the desks , presiding over an immense - - basin of brimstone and treacle , of which CHARLES DICKENS . 121.
Página 131
... stood below , terrified at the height he had gained , and yet urging him higher still by the intensity of her admiration . There was the old house , too , which they would pass every day , looking up at the tiny window through which the ...
... stood below , terrified at the height he had gained , and yet urging him higher still by the intensity of her admiration . There was the old house , too , which they would pass every day , looking up at the tiny window through which the ...
Página 134
... stood ! ' 6 --- 666 " Only reflect for one moment , ' said Nicholas . Granting , for an instant , that it's likely he is alive and wandering about a lonely place like this , so far re- moved from the public road , do you think , that ...
... stood ! ' 6 --- 666 " Only reflect for one moment , ' said Nicholas . Granting , for an instant , that it's likely he is alive and wandering about a lonely place like this , so far re- moved from the public road , do you think , that ...
Términos y frases comunes
Barnaby Barnaby Rudge beautiful bell Bleak House bless breath bright called Charles Dickens cheerful child Christmas creature cried dark David Copperfield dead dear death Dickens's door ears English eyes face fancy father Florence Floy Gad's Hill Gamp gentleman girl grave hand happy head heard heart hour humor ivy green kettle knew knocker lady light Little Nell live looked Martin Chuzzlewit mind morning never Nicholas Nickleby night novel novelist Oliver Oliver Twist passed Pecksniff Pickwick Pickwick Papers poor prison quiet reader replied Rose round scene Scrooge seemed Sketches by Boz Smike smile solemn spirit Squeers stood story streets sweet tears tell thing thought tion took Trotty turned voice walk Weller wery whispered Wilkie Collins wind window wonder words writing young
Pasajes populares
Página 304 - The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death!
Página 167 - She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free from trace of pain, so fair to look upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of life; not one who had lived and suffered death.
Página 168 - Where were the traces of her early cares, her sufferings and fatigues ? All gone. Sorrow was dead indeed in her, but peace and perfect happiness were born; imaged in her tranquil beauty and profound repose. And still her former self lay there, unaltered in this change. Yes. The old fireside...
Página 266 - His hat was off before he opened the door; his comforter, too. He was on his stool in a jiffy; driving away with his pen, as if he were trying to overtake nine o'clock. "Hallo!" growled Scrooge, in his accustomed voice as near as he could feign it. "What do you mean by coming here at this time of day?" "I am very sorry, sir," said Bob. "I am behind my time.
Página 55 - The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim; And the mouldering dust that years have made, Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth...
Página 266 - I tell you what, my friend,' said Scrooge. ' I am not going to stand this sort of thing any longer ; and therefore,' he continued, leaping from his stool, and giving Bob such a dig in the waistcoat that he staggered back into the Tank again, — ' and therefore I am about to raise your salary ! ' " Bob trembled, and got a little nearer to the ruler.
Página 76 - A council was held; lots were cast who should walk up to the master after supper that evening, and ask for more; and it fell to Oliver Twist. The evening arrived; the boys took their places. The master, in his cook's uniform, stationed himself at the copper; his pauper assistants ranged themselves behind him; the gruel was served out; and a long grace was said over the short commons. The gruel disappeared; the boys whispered each other, and winked at Oliver; while his next neighbours nudged him.
Página 312 - I saw it, close in upon us ! One mast was broken short off, six or eight feet from the deck, and lay over the side, entangled in a maze of sail and rigging ; and all that ruin, as the ship rolled and beat — which she did...
Página 226 - leave the bottle on the chimleypiece, and don't ask me to take none, but let me put my lips to it when I am so dispoged, and then I will do what I am engaged to do, according to the best of my ability.
Página 297 - But a word from Florence, who was always at his side, restored him to himself ; and leaning his poor head upon her breast, he told Ploy of his dream, and smiled.