Frank Fairlegh: Or, Scenes from the Life of a Private Pupil ...A novel containing scenes of university life at Cambridge of a rather trite, facetious character. |
Nội dung mọi người đang nói đến - Viết bài đánh giá
Chúng tôi không t́m thấy bài đánh giá nào ở các vị trí thông thường.
Nội dung
262 | |
265 | |
270 | |
277 | |
279 | |
285 | |
288 | |
294 | |
62 | |
74 | |
82 | |
84 | |
93 | |
96 | |
107 | |
110 | |
118 | |
127 | |
129 | |
134 | |
138 | |
140 | |
142 | |
151 | |
157 | |
172 | |
182 | |
191 | |
199 | |
215 | |
222 | |
226 | |
231 | |
240 | |
242 | |
246 | |
254 | |
258 | |
302 | |
311 | |
320 | |
329 | |
339 | |
349 | |
356 | |
359 | |
369 | |
379 | |
389 | |
398 | |
402 | |
409 | |
418 | |
419 | |
428 | |
437 | |
438 | |
446 | |
450 | |
454 | |
462 | |
469 | |
470 | |
477 | |
479 | |
483 | |
486 | |
Ấn bản in khác - Xem tất cả
Thuật ngữ và cụm từ thông dụng
able added affair allow answer appeared arrived asked attempt become began believe better Clara Coleman consider continued course Cumberland dear don't door effect exclaimed expression eyes face fact Fairlegh Fanny father fear feel felt Frank Freddy give half hand happy Harry head hear heard hope horse hour idea imagined inquired interest keep kind lady Lawless leave length live look manner matter mean Mildman mind minutes Miss moment morning nature never Oaklands observed once party perceived person play possible present pretty proceeded received remained replied returned ride round Saville seemed short side soon sort stand suppose sure taken tell thing thought told tone took turned Umph voice walk whole Wilford wish young
Đoạn trích phổ biến
Trang 168 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Trang 104 - Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath, brown furze, any thing : The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death.
Trang 74 - Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger . To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Trang 96 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Trang 41 - Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, All human dwellings left behind : We sped, like meteors through the sky...
Trang 389 - Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.
Trang 320 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
Trang 110 - Than music in her sweetest key, Those eyes which unto me did seem More comfortable than the day — Those now by me, as they have been! Shall never more be heard or seen ; But what I once enjoyed in them Shall seem hereafter as a dream. All earthly comforts vanish thus — So little hold of them have we That we from them or they from us May in a moment ravished be; Yet we are neither just nor wise If present mercies we despise, Or mind not how there may be made A thankful use of what we had.
Trang 264 - I am sorry you keep such low company, young man." man himself, by all that's comical! This is the way you read for your degree, is it?" Then with a glance towards Lizzie Maurice, he sang " ' My only books Were woman's looks, And folly all they taught me.
Trang 22 - ... rapping and clapping and slapping. And curling and whirling and purling and twirling, And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping, And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing ; And so never ending, but always descending, Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar, — And this way the water comes down at Lodore.