The Pic-nic Papers, Volumen 1

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Charles Dickens
Ward and Lock, 1841 - 472 páginas

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Página 217 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Página 60 - If they will consider me as a man who has done my best to improve the language, and especially the poetry, and will be content with my acquiescence under the present government, and forbearing satire on it, that I can promise, because I can perform it : but I can neither take the oaths, nor forsake my religion; because I know not what church to go to, if I...
Página 61 - God be pleased to open your eyes, as he has opened mine ! Truth is but one, and they who have once heard of it, can plead no excuse if they do not embrace it. But these are things too serious for a trifling letter...
Página 64 - Upon trial, I find all of your trade are sharpers, and you not more than others ; therefore, I have not wholly left you.
Página 72 - For what other reason have I spent my life in so unprofitable a study ? why am I grown old, in seeking so barren a reward as fame ? The same parts and application, which have made me a poet, might have raised me to any honours of the gown, which are often given to men of as little learning and less honesty than myself.
Página 71 - If love be folly, the severe divine Has felt that folly, though he censures mine ; Pollutes the pleasures of a chaste embrace, Acts what I write, and propagates in grace, With riotous excess, a priestly race. Suppose him free, and that I forge...
Página 69 - is Tonson. You will take care not to depart before he goes away : for I have not completed the sheet which I promised him ; and if you leave me unprotected, I must suffer all the rudeness to which his resentment can prompt his tongue.
Página 91 - ... her first: — That touch, at last, through every fibre slid ; And Paulo turned, scarce knowing what he did, Only he felt he could no more dissemble, And kissed her, mouth to mouth, all in a tremble. Sad were those hearts, and sweet was that long kiss : Sacred be love from sight, whate'er it is. The world was all forgot, the struggle o'er, Desperate the joy. — That day they read no more.
Página 71 - OLD as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet, Which once inflamed my soul, and still inspires my wit.
Página 64 - With leering looks, bull-faced, and freckled fair, With two left legs, and Judas-coloured hair, And frowzy pores, that taint the ambient air.

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