Miscellanies, Bind 5Harper & Bros., 1877 |
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... cried very fiercely , " I will suffer no such liber- " Your honor's laughing at me , " and ties in my presence : remember , it is only my condescension which permits you to share my bottle in this way ; take care I don't give you ...
... cried very fiercely , " I will suffer no such liber- " Your honor's laughing at me , " and ties in my presence : remember , it is only my condescension which permits you to share my bottle in this way ; take care I don't give you ...
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... cried , " Coming , my lord , " in a voice of shrill triumph , that bored through the soul of Mr. John Hayes , and left him gasping for breath . On Catherine's other lover , Mr. Thomas , this coquetry had no effect : he , and two ...
... cried , " Coming , my lord , " in a voice of shrill triumph , that bored through the soul of Mr. John Hayes , and left him gasping for breath . On Catherine's other lover , Mr. Thomas , this coquetry had no effect : he , and two ...
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... cried the Count . " Four . Three to two against the caster . " " Ponies , " said the Warwickshire Squire . Rattle , rattle , rattle , rattle , clatter , nine . Clap , clap , clap , clap , eleven . Clutter , clutter , clutter , clutter ...
... cried the Count . " Four . Three to two against the caster . " " Ponies , " said the Warwickshire Squire . Rattle , rattle , rattle , rattle , clatter , nine . Clap , clap , clap , clap , eleven . Clutter , clutter , clutter , clutter ...
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... cried , " Oh , Count , forgive me , forgive me ! " ' Forgive you ! What for ? Be- cause I slapped your face ? Ha , ha ! I'll forgive you again , if you don't mind . " " Oh , no , no , no ! " said she , wring- ing her hands . " It isn't ...
... cried , " Oh , Count , forgive me , forgive me ! " ' Forgive you ! What for ? Be- cause I slapped your face ? Ha , ha ! I'll forgive you again , if you don't mind . " " Oh , no , no , no ! " said she , wring- ing her hands . " It isn't ...
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... cried the man in the nightcap . " " I suppose , madam , you're satis- fied now ? " continued Mr. Brock a . Wood . You can't deny the testi- mony of gentlemen like these ; and our commission is to apprehend all able - bodied male persons ...
... cried the man in the nightcap . " " I suppose , madam , you're satis- fied now ? " continued Mr. Brock a . Wood . You can't deny the testi- mony of gentlemen like these ; and our commission is to apprehend all able - bodied male persons ...
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Side 250 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot ; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little...
Side 419 - Will, And bear it with an honest heart, Who misses or who wins the prize. Go, lose or conquer as you can ; But if you fail, or if you rise, Be each, pray God, a gentleman. A gentleman, or old or young ! (Bear kindly with my humble lays) ; The sacred chorus first was sung Upon the first of Christmas days : The shepherds heard it overhead — The joyful angels raised it then : Glory to Heaven on high, it said, And peace on earth to gentle men.
Side 126 - But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard...
Side 507 - Rauch's statuette. His complexion was very bright, clear and rosy. His eyes extraordinarily dark, piercing and brilliant. I felt quite afraid before them, and recollect comparing them to the eyes of the hero of a certain romance called Melmoth the Wanderer...
Side 620 - And whitened with the winter snow. Come wealth or want, come good or ill, Let young and old accept their part, And bow before the Awful Will, And bear it with an honest heart, Who misses or who wins the prize. Go, lose or conquer as you can; But if you fail, or if you rise, Be each, pray God, a gentleman.
Side 507 - ... day, wearing a cap and a cloak with a red collar. He was caressing at the time a beautiful little golden-haired granddaughter, over whose sweet, fair face the earth has long since closed too. Any of us who had books or magazines from England sent them to him, and he examined them eagerly.
Side 555 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And...
Side 153 - What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble...
Side 362 - On the demise of a person of eminence, it is confidently averred that he had a hand " open as day to melting charity," and that " take him for all in all, we ne'er shall look upon his like again.
Side 576 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!