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... sound as a roach . Tell me not of Catholic miracles - whoreson cheats as they be - this goodly liquor will do more for ye than all the saints in the calen- dar . Your caryophilati ( commended by my Lord Bacon ) may be good , and so may ...
... sound as a roach . Tell me not of Catholic miracles - whoreson cheats as they be - this goodly liquor will do more for ye than all the saints in the calen- dar . Your caryophilati ( commended by my Lord Bacon ) may be good , and so may ...
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... sounds of labour were hushed into a calm , when Walter Sibbel quickly descended the THE GRAVE OF THE POETESS . stairs at St. Catharine's , and jumping into a wherry , desired the waterman to row across to Dock Head . The boat had ...
... sounds of labour were hushed into a calm , when Walter Sibbel quickly descended the THE GRAVE OF THE POETESS . stairs at St. Catharine's , and jumping into a wherry , desired the waterman to row across to Dock Head . The boat had ...
Side 6
... sound ; Pictured her patriot flag in waveless blue , Or drenched its blazon with tempestuous dew . And hath , indeed , the downy purple bed In this damp , windy , grass - grown pile been spread ? Have torches glimmered , where the sun ...
... sound ; Pictured her patriot flag in waveless blue , Or drenched its blazon with tempestuous dew . And hath , indeed , the downy purple bed In this damp , windy , grass - grown pile been spread ? Have torches glimmered , where the sun ...
Side 18
... sound of the death - bell mingled with the murmur of the immense crowd , from which Karl endeavoured to avert his face ; but as he did so , his eye rested on the athletic figure and stern features of the executioner , whose brawny arms ...
... sound of the death - bell mingled with the murmur of the immense crowd , from which Karl endeavoured to avert his face ; but as he did so , his eye rested on the athletic figure and stern features of the executioner , whose brawny arms ...
Side 28
... sounds of other most noisy instruments , and the loud shouts of the peasants ; it was not long before a shot resounded to my right , near the spot where Signor Kornesko stood , which was succeeded by a dead silence ; after the lapse of ...
... sounds of other most noisy instruments , and the loud shouts of the peasants ; it was not long before a shot resounded to my right , near the spot where Signor Kornesko stood , which was succeeded by a dead silence ; after the lapse of ...
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Side 396 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Side 293 - I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider -to the Fly. " There are pretty curtains drawn around ; the sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!
Side 293 - At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den Within his little parlor — but she ne'er came out again! And now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye, And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
Side 293 - Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple, there's a crest upon your head; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead...
Side 46 - Dictionary was written with little assistance of the learned and without any patronage of the great; not in the soft obscurities of retirement or under the shelter of academic bowers, but amidst inconvenience and distraction, in sickness and in sorrow.
Side 295 - If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger ! henceforth be warned; and know, that pride*< Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness ; that he, who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used ; that thought with him Is in its infancy.
Side 286 - ... had swallowed them. The horrid noise of their closing jaws, their plunging amidst the broken banks of fish, and rising with their prey some feet upright above the water, the floods of water and blood rushing out of their mouths, and the clouds of vapour issuing from their wide nostrils, were truly frightful. This scene continued at intervals during the night, as the fish came to the pass.
Side 269 - The young who labour, and the old who rest. Is any sick ? the Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes and gives.
Side 46 - There is a man, whose moral character, deep learning, and superior parts, I acknowledge, admire, and respect ; but whom it is so impossible for me to love, that I am almost in a fever whenever I am in his company. His figure (without being deformed) seems made to disgrace or ridicule the common structure of the human body. Hij legs and arms are never in the position which, according...
Side 388 - ... 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...