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Side 18
... head into a bason of cold water . ' 99 " And where am I to get one ? " said Pe ter , exalting his querulous voice ; " or who would be such a fool as to use a whole bason of cold water at once , till the cursed dispute about the Crawley ...
... head into a bason of cold water . ' 99 " And where am I to get one ? " said Pe ter , exalting his querulous voice ; " or who would be such a fool as to use a whole bason of cold water at once , till the cursed dispute about the Crawley ...
Side 21
... head against me . I must e'en chase him through this waste and disconsolate region , like the gryphon pursuing the ... heads of the loving subjects who pressed upon him to welcome his restora- tion ? What shall we say to the brief reign ...
... head against me . I must e'en chase him through this waste and disconsolate region , like the gryphon pursuing the ... heads of the loving subjects who pressed upon him to welcome his restora- tion ? What shall we say to the brief reign ...
Side 23
... head , Who , as he will'd , their factious spirit led , The commons thus address'd , On their new state assembled to decide : - " With your good leave , I will relate to you What happen'd to the beasts , like you oppress'd ? " — " Speak ...
... head , Who , as he will'd , their factious spirit led , The commons thus address'd , On their new state assembled to decide : - " With your good leave , I will relate to you What happen'd to the beasts , like you oppress'd ? " — " Speak ...
Side 26
... head , " go de bureau , de offeece , de of- feece ; dare , dare ! " pointing down the street , and continuing to maintain the ave nues of sound inviolably shut least he should be tormented with more barbarous lingo- " Aska Jeorge ...
... head , " go de bureau , de offeece , de of- feece ; dare , dare ! " pointing down the street , and continuing to maintain the ave nues of sound inviolably shut least he should be tormented with more barbarous lingo- " Aska Jeorge ...
Side 29
... head was still filled with French ideas , and I was ignorant that in England the bill is at the waiter's tongues end . It required not a great effort of memory on his part to remember it ; for he had nothing to offer me but cold beef ...
... head was still filled with French ideas , and I was ignorant that in England the bill is at the waiter's tongues end . It required not a great effort of memory on his part to remember it ; for he had nothing to offer me but cold beef ...
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Side 213 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Side 46 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Side 30 - Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Side 32 - And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol, or a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Side 174 - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Side 175 - Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are rude for thee ; But oh ! the choice what heart can doubt Of tents with love, or thrones without ? Our rocks are rough, but smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less For flowering in a wilderness.
Side 33 - In chimney corner seek domestic joys — I love a prince will bid the bottle pass, Exchanging with his subjects glance and glass ; In fitting time, can, gayest of the gay, Keep up the jest, and mingle in the lay — Such Monarchs best our free-born humours suit, But Despots must be stately, stern, and mute.
Side 213 - He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him...
Side 175 - Oh ! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, — As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought...