Hood's Own: Or, Laughter from Year to Year. Being Former Runnings of His Comic Vein, with an Infusion of New Blood for General CirculationE. Moxon, 1846 - 568 pagina's |
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Pagina iii
... Reading a Diary lately published The Last Wish The Devil's Album The Schoolmaster Abroad The Lost Heir Sketches on the Road- The Observer The Contrast 4.2 44 44 4.9 49 50 51 56 60 61 6959 PAGE • John Day ; a pathetic ballad The Parish 957.
... Reading a Diary lately published The Last Wish The Devil's Album The Schoolmaster Abroad The Lost Heir Sketches on the Road- The Observer The Contrast 4.2 44 44 4.9 49 50 51 56 60 61 6959 PAGE • John Day ; a pathetic ballad The Parish 957.
Pagina 22
... lost most of our heavy baggage and all our iron work , but by great good fortune we saved Mrs. Paisley's grand piano and the children's toys . Our infant city consists of three log huts and one of clay , which however , on the second ...
... lost most of our heavy baggage and all our iron work , but by great good fortune we saved Mrs. Paisley's grand piano and the children's toys . Our infant city consists of three log huts and one of clay , which however , on the second ...
Pagina 23
... lost only one of our number since we came ; namely , Diggory , the market gardener , from Glasgow , who went out one morning to botanise , and never came back . I am much surprised at his absconding , as he had nothing but a spade to go ...
... lost only one of our number since we came ; namely , Diggory , the market gardener , from Glasgow , who went out one morning to botanise , and never came back . I am much surprised at his absconding , as he had nothing but a spade to go ...
Pagina 36
... lost my rest by night , my peace by day , For want of some brown Holland or Venetian , Over the way . I've gazed too often , till my heart's as lost As any needle in a stack of hay : Crosses belong to love , and mine is crossed Over the ...
... lost my rest by night , my peace by day , For want of some brown Holland or Venetian , Over the way . I've gazed too often , till my heart's as lost As any needle in a stack of hay : Crosses belong to love , and mine is crossed Over the ...
Pagina 37
... lost labour ; Haunt all her walks , and dodge her at the play ; She does not seem to know she has a neighbour Over the way At private theatres she never acts ; No Crown - and - Anchor balls her fancy sway ; She never visits gentlemen ...
... lost labour ; Haunt all her walks , and dodge her at the play ; She does not seem to know she has a neighbour Over the way At private theatres she never acts ; No Crown - and - Anchor balls her fancy sway ; She never visits gentlemen ...
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Hood's Own: Or, Laughter from Year to Year: Being Former Runnings of His ... Thomas Hood Volledige weergave - 1859 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 408 - He has no children. All my pretty ones? Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?
Pagina 146 - Jael had those full dark inscrutable eyes. In the Negro countenance you will often meet with strong traits of benignity. I have felt yearnings of tenderness towards some of these faces — or rather masks— that have looked out kindly upon one in casual encounters in the streets and highways. I love what Fuller beautifully calls — these
Pagina 215 - OUR village, that's to say not Miss Mitford's village, but our village of Bullock Smithy, Is come into by an avenue of trees, three oak pollards, two elders, and a withy ; And in the middle, there's a green of about not exceeding an acre and a half ; It's common to all, and fed off by nineteen cows, six ponies, three horses, five asses, two foals, seven pigs, and a calf! Besides a pond in the middle, as is held by a similar sort of common law lease, And contains twenty ducks, six drakes, three ganders,...
Pagina 215 - Of course the green's cropt very close, and does famous for bowling when the little village boys play at cricket; Only some horse, or pig, or cow, or great jackass, is sure to come and stand right before the wicket. There's fifty-five private houses, let alone barns and workshops, and...
Pagina 41 - No go!" Now puss, while folks are in their beds, treads leads. . And sleepers waking, grumble —
Pagina 60 - I never knew what a precious he was — but a child don't not feel like a child till you miss him. Why, there he is ! Punch and Judy hunting, the young wretch, it's that Billy as sartin as sin ! But let me get him home, with...
Pagina 41 - Denying to his frantic clutch much touch; — Or else to see Ducrow with wide stride ride Four horses as no other man can span; Or in the small Olympic Pit, sit split Laughing at Liston, while you quiz his phiz.
Pagina 81 - Oh ! Sally, sharks do things by halves, Yet most completely do ! A bite in one place seems enough, But I've been bit in two. " You know I once was all your own But now a shark must share ! But let that pass — for now to you I'm neither here nor there.
Pagina 243 - ... application of the following words of Sir Walter Scott, much better than the career of their illustrious author. " There is no man known at all in literature, who may not have more to tell of his private life than I have. I have surmounted no difficulties either of birth or education, nor have I been favoured by any particular advantages, and my life has been as void of incidents of importance as that of the weary knife-grinder—' Story! God bless you, I have none to tell, sir.'"..
Pagina 527 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While...