Paul Clifford

B. Tauchnitz, 1842 - 476 ページ

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143 ページ - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men ; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music ; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing.
2 ページ - Say, ye, opprest by some fantastic woes, Some jarring nerve that baffles your repose; Who press the downy couch, while slaves advance With timid eye to read the distant glance; Who with sad prayers the weary doctor tease, To name the nameless ever-new disease; Who with mock patience dire complaints endure, Which real pain and that alone can cure ; How would ye bear in real pain to lie, Despised, neglected, left alone to die?
2 ページ - IT was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
1 ページ - Correction and the Condemned Cell. A second and a lighter object in the novel of " Paul Clifford " (and hence the introduction of a semi-burlesque or travesty in the earlier chapters) was to show that there is nothing essentially different between vulgar vice and fashionable vice, and that the slang of the one circle is but an easy paraphrase of the cant of the other. / The Supplementary Essays, entitled " Tomlinsoniana," which contain the corollaries to various problems suggested in the Novel, have...
291 ページ - Here laws are all inviolate; none lay Traps for the traveller; every highway's clear; Here' — he was interrupted by a knife, With 'Damn your eyes! your money or your life!