The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, Volume 2Macmillan and Company, 1886 |
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Page 106 - 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.
Page 8 - THAT punctual servant of all work, the sun, had just risen, and begun to strike a light on the morning of the thirteenth of May, one thousand eight hundred and twenty-seven, when Mr. Samuel Pickwick burst like another sun from his slumbers ; threw open his chamber window, and looked out upon the world beneath.
Page 106 - Oh! a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The walls must be crumbled, the stones 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.
Page 86 - ... with the clash of arms, or resounded with the noise of feasting and revelry. On either side, the banks of the Medway, covered with cornfields and pastures, with here and there a windmill, or a distant church, stretched away as far as the eye could see, presenting a rich and varied landscape, rendered more beautiful by the changing shadows which passed swiftly across it, as the thin and half-formed clouds skimmed away in the light of the morning sun.
Page 9 - are the narrow views of those philosophers who, content with examining the things that lie before them, look not to the truths which are hidden beyond. As well might I be content to gaze on Goswell Street for ever, without one effort to penetrate to the hidden countries which on every side surround it.
Page 220 - Bless my soul,' cried the astonished Mr. Pickwick ; — 'Mrs. Bardell, my good woman — dear me, what a situation — pray consider. — Mrs. Bardell, don't — if anybody should come — ' ' Oh, let them come,
Page 3 - A casual observer, adds the Secretary, to whose notes we are indebted (or the following account — a casual observer might possibly have remarked nothing extraordinary in the bald head, and circular spectacles, which were intently turned towards his (the Secretary's) face, during the reading of the above resolutions. To those who knew that the gigantic brain of Pickwick was working beneath that forehead, and that the beaming eyes of Pickwick were twinkling behind those glasses, the sight was indeed...
Page xl - The following pages have been written from time to time, almost as the periodical occasion arose. Having been written for the most part in the society of a very dear young friend who is now no more, they are connected in the author's mind at once with the happiest period of his life, and with its saddest and most severe affliction.
Page xxxix - THE author's object in this work, was to place before the reader a constant succession of characters and incidents; to paint them in as vivid colours as he could command ; and to render them, at the same time, life-like and amusing.
Page 219 - It'll save you a good deal of trouble, won't it?" said Mr. Pickwick. "Oh, I never thought anything of the trouble, Sir," replied Mrs. Bardell; "and, of course, I should take more trouble to please you then, than ever ; but it is so kind of you, Mr. Pickwick, to have so much consideration for my loneliness." "Ah, to be sure,