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...e first touch the squire sprang up, swearing by his Lord Harry he had just dreamed of fire, and muttering of buckets. ‘Sewis! you’re the man, are you:... ...ing to know that he was a wandering infant: and, if I remember rightly, he dreamed he was in a ship of cinnamon-wood upon a sea that rolled mighty, bu... ...wn over it, in a room opening to my father’s. T wenty thousand magnificent dreams seemed to flash their golden doors when I knew that the bed was mine... ...d Hackman and Montague, not bad fellows, grew desirous of a whiff from his pipe. They had it, and lay down silent, back to back. Bystop was led away i... ...o particular in- terest to him, and did not benefit him to the extent of a pipe of ‘tobacco; and all through not being inquisitive, yesterday afternoo... ...apid, never high or low, and then a slide of similar tones all round, —not musical, but catching and incessant,— gave me an idea that I had fallen upo... ...e, where two men stood thumping their arms across their breasts, smok- ing pipes, and swearing. We entered a boat and were rowed to a ship. I was not ... ... lovely view,’ said I. ‘Lovely view,’ she repeated. She ran on in the most musical tongue, to my thinking, ever heard: ‘ And see my little pensioners’... ...voice, he gave it a moderate pitch, at which it was not intrusive, and was musical, to my ear charming, especially when he con- tinued talking through...

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... him by a real policeman when he was ten. And he learnt to smoke, not with pipes and brown paper and cane as Tom had done, but with a penny packet of ... ...ith a black-smeared face by day, and a music-hall side in the evening, who dreamt of a patent lever chain; and it seemed to Bert that he was the perfe... ... Germans!” The soldier stood with his legs very wide apart, and filled his pipe thoughtfully. Bert sat on the low wall against which his motor-bicycle... ...idn’t hurt him. Eh? ‘E’s gone to cover.” The soldier prepared to light his pipe. “Looks like a secret society got hold of them,” said Bert. “Secret so... ...ory. All we have we owe to women. They are the species, sorr. Man is but a dream. He comes and goes. The woman’s soul leadeth us upward and on!” He wa... ...t to them. They handled a line of cheap gramophones, and did a little with musical boxes. The staple of their business was, however, the letting of bi... ... H G Wells gular nose, the searching bellow and the glare. His afternoon’s dream of a marvellous seizure and sale of the great Butteridge secret crump...

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...nner of my race, moult tristement. I suck my paws; I live for my dexterities and by my accomplishments; even my clumsinesses are my joy— my woodcuts, ... ...ived a wreck, and had to lie down. The moon rose, one day past full, and we dined in the verandah, a good dinner on the whole; talk with Lafarge about... ...room, I the sitting-room, in fifty-seven min- utes of really most unpalatable labour. Then I changed ev- ery stitch, for I was wet through, and sat do... ...ness; but in the hands of a man like Pratt it is succinct as Latin, compact of long rolling polysyllables and little and often pithy particles, and fo... ... at the club with Wise; worked all morning—a terrible dead pull; a month only produced the imperfect embryos of two chapters; lunched in the boarding-... ...nt particular and distinct, so that I shall lie inert in body, and transact for hours the mental part of my day business, choosing the noxious from th... ...he sound of a whistle pipe blown outside on the dark, very softly and to a pleasing simple air; I really think I have hit the first phrase: [Here foll...

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...e in comparison with her name. In my position I was so fatuous as never to dream of a suspicion. Though my jealousy would have been of a hundred and t... ...with God; short of that you will never bring him to the point.’—’Is this a dream?’ said she, pushing her hair from her forehead, fifteen years before ... ...en with the rose, and you go to bed under the golden canopy of a delicious dream, which will last perhaps after Sleep, with his heavy finger, has open... ...e of trifles, the practice of manoeuvring, the important small things, the musical tones and harmony of coloring, the angelic bedevilments and innocen... ...oked at the Princesse de Cadignan—”as vitreous matter is moulded under the pipe of the glass-blower; still, by a singular fatality—an observer might p...

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...dense perspectives of crowd and bustle, parti coloured night caps, tobacco pipes, blouses, large boots, and shaggy heads of hair; nothing at that hour... ...cture by Ostade. I walked round the building on the outside, in a sort of dream, and yet with the delightful sense of having awakened from it, of whi... ... from the heat of the fire, and where the brave Courier plays all sorts of musical instruments of his own manufacture, all the evening long. A mighty ... ...tair cases, thick marble pillars, strong dungeon like arches, and dreary, dreaming, echoing vaulted chambers: among which the eye wanders again, and ... ...k about him. A bewildering phantasmagoria, with all the inconsistency of a dream, and all the pain and all the plea sure of an extravagant reality! T... ...f artificial rockwork; and out of the urn, dangles the fag end of a leaden pipe, which, once upon a time, poured a small torrent down the rocks. But t... ...y by the Jura mountains, sprinkled with snow, and lighted by the moon, and musical with falling water, was delightful; or how, below the windows of th... ... of skeletons, helmets of guards and warriors; little household bells, yet musical with their old domestic tones. The least among these objects, lends...

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...by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin; fog cru elly pinchi... ...ore long that I seemed to have been there a great while and almost to have dreamed rather than really lived my old life at my godmother’s. Nothing cou... ...r. I can admire her without envy. I can sympathize with the objects. I can dream of them. I can lie down on the grass—in fine weather—and float along ... ...istory—even as to the possibility of his being my father, though that idle dream was quite gone now. It was all gone now, I remembered, getting up fro... ... lying at full length 109 Bleak House – Vol. One on the ground, smoking a pipe; a powerful young man fas tening a collar on a dog; and a bold girl d... ...use I thought there warn’t enough of you, perhaps?” said the man, with his pipe between his lips as he looked round upon us. The young man and the gir... ...He has shown nothing but his shell. As easily might the tone of a delicate musical instrument be inferred from its case, as the tone of Mr. T ulkingho... ...n, and the hall was blocked up by a grand piano, a harp, and several other musical instru ments in cases, all in progress of removal, and all looking... ... British Beauty wears every variety of fancy dress, plays every variety of musical instrument, fondles every variety of dog, ogles every variety of pr...

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...tain Giles seemed to be taking in it. But he was puffing at a short wooden pipe now, and looked so guileless, dense, and commonplace, that it seemed h... ... attempts to test what sort of stuff it was made of, when he laid down his pipe in an extremely signifi- cant manner, you know, as if a critical momen... ...d only make myself ridiculous.” That hopeless Giles went on puffing at his pipe moodily. All at once his face cleared, and he spoke. “Y ou missed my p... ...we reached it at last. I opened it with the sensation of dealing with mere dreamstuff, and then at the last moment the fellowship of seamen asserted i... ...he command. It had come about in a way utterly unforeseen in my modest day-dreams. I perceived that my imagination had been running in conven- tional ... ...reoccupation in the man- ner some nasty, cynical old men assume toward the dreams and illusions of youth. I, on my side, refrained from question- ing ... ...vage face of that old seaman. However, I noticed that she was holding some musical instru- ment—guitar or mandoline—in her hand. Perhaps that was the ...

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...hat of Jacob) by telling me that the most imperfect sketch of this Figure, dreamed of by you, as it has been by me since childhood, would still be som... ...e, against which the surges of the North Sea roar incessantly? Who has not dreamed of the majestic sights to be seen on those beachless shores, of tha... ...nt eider-duck crossed the expanse, trusting to the warm down beneath which dream, in other lands, the luxurious rich, little knowing of the dangers th... ...-gown of rough gray cloth plainly bound. Between his lips was a meerschaum pipe, from which, at regular intervals, he blew the smoke, follow- ing with... ...g in salt butter according to the custom of the country. “Will you smoke a pipe?” said the pastor, seizing a mo- ment when he thought that Wilfrid mig... ...f enchantments.” “Enchantments!” cried the pastor shaking the ashes of his pipe into an earthen-ware dish full of sand, “are there en- chantments in t... ... Perspective,—as an organ fills a church with sonorous sound and reveals a musical universe, its solemn tones rising to the loftiest arches and playin...

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... ‘There you’re wrong; nor wouldn’t be.’ ‘What’s that?’ was the gentleman’s musical inquiry. ‘That’s flat, as you was half a minute ago,’ the man re- j... ...eaking to wild water at a remove; and a reddish Northern cheek of curdling pipeing East, at shrilly puffs between the Tower and the Custom House, enco... ...? At last? Fenellan!’ ‘So I fancied I understood.’ ‘But can the good woman dream of that as a blow to strike and hurt, for a punishment?—that’s her on... ...Paduan? Owner of a penny, no soul among us shall be rightly an outcast … . Dreams of this kind are taken at times by wealthy people as a cordial at th... ...t to draw it to the dance. Formerly, in his very early youth, he clasped a dream of gain- ing way to an alliance with one of these great surrounding h... ...tor, where Lincoln’s Inn pumps lawyers into Fleet Street through the drain-pipe of Chancery Lane. He was in the state of the wine when a shake will ro... ...as to meet the friends with whom her feelings were at home, among whom her musical gifts gave her station: they liked her for herself; they helped her... ...n Victor’s Con- cert-room with an easy homely recognition of one another’s musical qualities, at times enthusiastic; and their natural di- vergencies ... ... a poor remunera- tion for the melody gone; think of the little shepherd’s pipeing in Mireille; and there’s another in Sapho-delicious. I held out aga...

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...be ever open to thee. May no sorrow distress thy days; may no grief disturb thy nights. May the pillow of peace kiss thy cheek, and the pleasures of i... ...hey had nothing in them, shrunk from the shrill cries of the news-boys at their Exchange in the kennel of Catherine-street, like guilty things upon a ... ...hed as rear- guard. Sharp-eye, I soon had occasion to remark, had a skil- ful and quite professional way of opening doors—touched latches delicately, ... ...ider berth. In every trap, somebody was sitting over a fire, waiting for Jack. Now, it was a crouch- ing old woman, like the picture of the Norwood Gi... ...ears, and a knife not far from his hand, if you got into trouble with him; there were Maltese Jack, and Jack of Sweden, and Jack the Finn, looming thr... ... one of the stuffed pock- ets of the chariot. I must have fallen asleep after lunch, for when a bright face looked in at the window, I started, and sa... ... was openly refreshed. At all other times throughout the service it was motionless, and stood on the seat of the large pew, closely fitted into the co... ...e hostelry which no man possessed of a penny was ever known to pass in warm weather. Before its entrance, are certain pleasant, trimmed limes; likewis... ...rited as in the genuine article, and might be as easily murdered, with the placid reputation of having merely gone down to the sea-side. But, the many...

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...le maid, he was then at roost in the usual corner of his cage, but whether dreaming or no I could not report. My note finished and sent off to the pos... ...hty self restraint, as by a something in her face that I had pined for and dreamed of when I was a little child, something I had never seen in any fac... ...profession. If Ma had been like anybody else, I might have had some little musical knowl edge to begin upon. However, I hadn’t any; and that part of ... ...e bitten nail, the lowering eye, the lingering step, the pur poseless and dreamy air, the good consuming and consumed, the life turned sour. This lou... ...th a double encore. For all this, the court discovers nothing; and as Mrs. Piper and Mrs. Perkins now communicate to the late lodger whose appearance ... ... Mr. George himself, striding towards them in his mornmg exercise with his pipe in his mouth, no stock on, and his muscular arms, developed by broadsw... ...e readily on that account, and particularly that he will not lay aside his pipe, which, in his politeness, he has testifled some intention of doing. “... ...Mr. Bagnet’s birthday. Mr. Bagnet merely distin guishes that epoch in the musical instrument business by kiss ing the children with an extra smack b... ... was going down the street here when I happened to stop and look in at the musical instruments in the shop window—a friend of mine is in want of a sec...

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... bending over him. He talked of this the neat day, but it was treated as a dream; until in the course of the day his uncle Algernon was driven home fr... ...rambly copses, and getting dirty, ragged, and tired, Ripton awoke from his dream of Farmer Blaize and a blue nose to the vivid consciousness of hunger... ... the hedge where the boys reclined. One was a travelling tinker, who lit a pipe and spread a tawny umbrella. The other was a burly young coun- tryman,... ...ipe and spread a tawny umbrella. The other was a burly young coun- tryman, pipeless and tentless. They saluted with a nod, and began recounting for ea... .... “Better than a wife!” chuckled the tinker. “No curtain- lecturin’ with a pipe. Your pipe an’t a shrew.” “That be it!” the other chimed in. “Your pip... ...goatsucker owl at night and spoke much of his book, his digestion, and his dreams, and was spared both by Algernon and Adrian. One inconsequent dream ... ...ichard continued in a low tone, transferring the names, and playing on the musical strings they were to him. Then he said: “Names of ladies! How they ... ...Not to feel that you have been in the water, the very mo- ment after!” she musically interjected, seeing she was excused. “It’s true,” he said; and hi... ...e woodland, a sheep-boy pipes to meditative eve on a penny-whistle. Love’s musical instrument is as old, and as poor: it has but two stops; and yet, y...

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...e. Such was Schmucke, formerly chapel-master to the Margrave of Anspach; a musical genius, who was now exam- ined by a council of devotes, and asked i... ...ncs a year,—a sum which sufficed to pay for his lodg- 9 Balzac ing, beer, pipes, and clothes. Six hundred francs a year and his lessons put him in Ed... ...er life within their lives, just as, they say, a Russian peasant takes his dreams for reality and his actual life for a troubled sleep. With the insti... ...ticism of their home, they flung themselves into the diffi- culties of the musical art, and spent themselves upon it. Melody, harmony, and composition... ...ness, and the happiness they get in marriage is never as fine as that they dreamt of. Such girls make bad wives.” “Speak for me,” said poor Eugenie, i... ... property than her furniture. 45 Balzac The bedroom, all in violet, was a dream that Florine had indulged from her debut, the chief features of which... ...te indifference, in the utter laisser-aller of such a life? Schmucke was a musical Diogenes, and he felt no shame whatever in his untidiness; in fact,... ...robably have denied its existence. The incessant smoking of a stout German pipe had spread upon the ceiling and over a wretched wall-paper, scratched ... ...e the teeth of old horses, were yellowed with the fuliginous colors of the pipe. On the desk, a little heap of ashes showed that the night before Schm...

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...S S S Section 1 ection 1 ection 1 ection 1 ection 1 THE UTOPIA of a modern dreamer must needs differ in one fundamental aspect from the Nowheres and U... ...sured fundamentals the next change will not af- fect. What folly, then, to dream of mapping out our minds in however general terms, of providing for t... ...in road, watching the dim passers-by as though they were the phantoms of a dream. We say little to one another. We turn aside into a little pathway an... ... chance light on the labour prob- lem—by perforating records for automatic musical ma- chines—no doubt of the Pianotist and Pianola kind—and he spent ... ...of greenish gray, that blend with the tones of the leaden gutters and rain pipes from the light red roof. At one point only does any explicit effort t...

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...by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin; fog cru elly pinchi... ...ore long that I seemed to have been there a great while and almost to have dreamed rather than really lived my old life at my godmother’s. Nothing cou... ...r. I can admire her without envy. I can sympathize with the objects. I can dream of them. I can lie down on the grass—in fine weather—and float along ... ...istory—even as to the possibility of his being my father, though that idle dream was quite gone now. It was all gone now, I remembered, getting up fro... ..., lying at full length 109 Bleak House – Dickens on the ground, smoking a pipe; a powerful young man fas tening a collar on a dog; and a bold girl d... ...use I thought there warn’t enough of you, perhaps?” said the man, with his pipe between his lips as he looked round upon us. The young man and the gir... ...He has shown nothing but his shell. As easily might the tone of a delicate musical instrument be inferred from its case, as the tone of Mr. T ulkingho... ...n, and the hall was blocked up by a grand piano, a harp, and several other musical instru ments in cases, all in progress of removal, and all looking... ... British Beauty wears every variety of fancy dress, plays every variety of musical instrument, fondles every variety of dog, ogles every variety of pr...

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...r of ‘Fayaway,’ and, no less, William S. Mayo’s ‘Kaloolah,’ the enchanting dreams of many a youthful heart, will retain their charm; and this in spite... ...ared in England and America in l847. Here we leave, for the most part, the dreamy pictures of island life, and find ourselves sharing the extremely re... ... a scene of enchantment, and for a moment the Spaniard believed his bright dream was realized. In honour of the Marquess de Mendoza, then viceroy of P... ...ls all bepatched and be quilted with rope-yarns, her spars fished with old pipe staves, and her rigging knotted and spliced in every possible directio... ...nd me, to my consternation they snapped off one after another like so many pipe stems, and fell in fragments against the side of the gulf, splashing a... ...elves with the sooth- ing fumes of tobacco, inhaled from a quaintly carved pipe which passed round the circle. During the repast, the natives eyed us ... ...along with spear. When we moved off in this order, the natives struck up a musical recitative, which with various alternations, they con- tinued until... ...enge, and, as soon as our palms met, he bent to- wards me, and murmured in musical accents—’How you do?’ ‘How long you been in this bay?’ ‘You like th... ...th produces at every stroke of its hard, heavy wood, a clear, ringing, and musical sound, capable of being heard at a great distance. When sev- eral o...

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...he strings of sensualism,’ to the delight of a world gaping for marvels of musical execution rather than for music. For our world is all but a sensati... ...imental route to advance- ment. Spirituality does not light it; evanescent dreams: are its oil-lamps, often with wick askant in the socket. A thousand... ... want to go on talking with the General. He is so delightful and modest—my dream of a true soldier!—telling me of his last big battle, bit by bit, to ... ...ves.’ —Eight or ten hundred. Comfortable enough for a man in chambers. T o dream of entering as a householder on that sum, in these days, would be sta... ...as in the first conception of the edifice, backs were damp, boots liquidly musical, the pipe of consolation smoked with difficulty, with much pulling ... ...st conception of the edifice, backs were damp, boots liquidly musical, the pipe of consolation smoked with difficulty, with much pulling at the stem, ... ...harmony. He sees all difficulties through his own sanguine hues. He is the musical poet of the problem, demanding merely to have it solved that he may... ... desert. Have I been rash? You do not pronounce. If I have bound myself to pipe as others please, it need not be entirely; and I can promise you it sh... ... reach a point of prospect, and of her ears and eyes to note what bird had piped, what flower was out on the banks, and the leaf of what tree it was t...

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...e is perhaps a pen for pigs; the remainder is the evening lounge and al fresco banquet-hall of the inhabitants. To some houses water is brought down t... ... switching rival tails. The strangers from the ship were soon equally welcome: welcome to dip their fingers in the wooden dish, to drink cocoanuts, to... ...emperate and scented. The long swell brimmed into the bay, and seemed to fill it full and then subside. Gently, deeply, and silently the Casco rolled;... ...aughter. But the thought of Oahu haunted him; its praise was for ever on his lips; he beheld it, looking back, as a place of ceaseless feasting, song,... ... am sure they would have been never at the pains to count paternal kinship. It is not possible to give details; suffice it that their manners appear t... ...n their subsidiary huts to watch and cleanse it. No other foot of man was suffered to draw near; only the priest, in the days of his running, came the... ...ucted, or seem- ing so by contrast. There was much variety of measure, and towards the end of each piece, when the fun became fast and furious, a reco... ... fled; and when at length the leader found the wit or the author- ity to get his troop in motion and revive the singing, it was with much diminished f... ...y dear for the closing of the well; that our breath was in the king’s nos- trils; that if the king should by any chance be bludgeoned in a taro-patch,...

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...abe was first brought to the Hill. 19 Rudyard Kipling ‘“Oh, good-bye, our dreams!” said Sir Huon. “It’s neither sceptre, sword, nor plough! Maybe yet... ...ld use ‘em all! Then up and spoke the plumbyers bold, Which was laying the pipes for the hot and cold: 37 Rudyard Kipling ‘Since you with us have mad... ...se 40 Rewards and Fairies he tugged his white sandy beard, and smoked his pipe in short puffs. The two men seemed to agree about everything, but when... ...t-handkerchief. ‘Bless me, Mus’ Dan, I’ve been asleep,’ he said. ‘An’ I’ve dreamed a dream which has made me laugh—laugh as I ain’t laughed in a long ... ...round every least noise and movement reached them like whispers up a water-Pipe. ‘That is clever,’ said Puck, leaning over. ‘How truly you shape it!’ ... ...under my arm I squeezed past the entry-port and went ashore. It was like a dream—meadows, trees, flowers, birds, houses, and people all different! I s... ... say what you think.” ‘The Indian looked me over whole minutes—there was a musical clock on the wall and dolls came out and hopped while the hour stru...

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... seem to say it is little worth while to cozen one’s self with such vulgar dreams; yours being, on the contrary, of a high and heroic character, bear-... ...return to the side I came from.’ ‘Best make haste then,’ said he. ‘He that dreams on the bed of the Solway, may wake in the next world. The sky threat... ...to me. On we went, the sky blackening around us, and the wind beginning to pipe such a wild and melancholy tune as best suited the hollow sounds of th... ... at morning dawn, my landlord shook me by the shoulder, and dispelled some dream, of which, fortunately for you, I have no recollection, otherwise you... ... rattling chiel’ he had been in his young days, and could play weel on the pipes; he was famous at ‘Hoopers and Girders’—a’ Cumberland couldna, touch ... ...and kend a’ the folks about the castle, and was often sent for to play the pipes when they were at their merriment. Auld Dougal MacCallum, the butler,... ...d, well-made, white-ankled Thetis, who had obtained me manumission from my musical task. This was nothing less than the sudden appearance of the old w...