The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, Volumen1Chapman and Hall, 1887 - 439 páginas |
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Página 68 - A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Whole ages have fled and their works decayed, And nations have scattered been; But the stout old Ivy shall never fade, From its hale and hearty green. The brave old plant in its lonely days, Shall fatten upon the past: For the stateliest building man can raise, Is the Ivy's food at last. Creeping on, where time has been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
Página 272 - Wery glad to hear it, sir," replied the old man ; " I took a good deal o' pains with his eddication, sir ; let him run in the streets when he was wery young, and shift for his-self. It's the only way to make a boy sharp, sir.
Página 142 - Mrs. Bardell could only reply by a look. She had long worshipped Mr. Pickwick at a distance, but here she was, all at once, raised to a pinnacle to which her wildest and most extravagant hopes had never dared to aspire. Mr. Pickwick was going to propose — a deliberate plan, too — sent her little boy to the Borough, to get him out of the way — how thoughtful — how considerate ! "Well,
Página 142 - Ah, to be sure," said Mr. Pickwick ; " I never thought of that. When I am in town you'll always have somebody to sit with you. To be sure, so you will." " I'm sure I ought to be a very happy woman," said Mrs. Bardell. " And your little boy " said Mr. Pickwick. " Bless his heart ! " interposed Mrs. Bardell, with a maternal sob. " He, too, will have a companion,
Página 311 - Ma'am," resumed Mr. Pickwick, gathering up his shoes, and turning round to bow again : "I trust, Ma'am, that my unblemished character, and the devoted respect I entertain for your sex, will plead as some slight excuse for this " — But before Mr. Pickwick could conclude the sentence the lady had thrust him into the passage, and locked and bolted the door behind him.
Página xxvi - Boz," my signature in the Morning Chronicle, appended to the monthly cover of this book, and retained long afterwards, was the nickname of a pet child, a younger brother, whom I had dubbed Moses, in honour of the Vicar of Wakefield ; which being facetiously pronounced through the nose, became Boses, and being shortened, became Boz. "Boz" was a very familiar household word to me, long before I was an author, and so I came to adopt it.
Página 144 - I cannot conceive what has been the matter with that woman. I had merely announced to her my intention of keeping a manservant, when she fell into the extraordinary paroxysm in which you found her. Very extraordinary thing." " Very," said his three friends. " Placed me in such an extremely awkward situation,
Página xxiv - Club," the members of which were to go out shooting, fishing, and so forth, and getting themselves into difficulties through their want of dexterity, would be the best means of introducing these.
Página xxv - I connected Mr. Pickwick with a Club, because of the original suggestion, and I put in Mr. Winkle expressly for the use of Mr. Seymour.
Página xxiii - GEORGE CRUIKSHANK), waited upon me to propose a something that should be published in shilling numbers — then only known to me, or, I believe, to anybody else, by a dim recollection of certain interminable novels in that form, which used to be carried about the country by pedlars, and over some of which I remember to have shed innumerable tears, before I had served my apprenticeship to Life.