Hood's own; or, Laughter from year to year


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Pagina 44 - What ! must you go ? next time I hope You'll give me longer measure ; Nay — I shall see you down the stairs — (With most uncommon pleasure...
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 41 - Who in the gutter caterwauls, squalls, mauls Some feline foe, and screams in shrill ill-will. Now Bulls of Bashan, of a prize size, rise In childish dreams, and with a roar gore poor Georgy, or Charley, or Billy, willy-nilly ; — But Nursemaid in a nightmare rest...
Pagina 241 - ... 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 151 - ... been whites, and are still white, or nearly white, once a year, like the hawthorns in May, they are protected and even pampered by laws, the framers of which have assuredly considered their own crows as the fairest. Let any one turn to the Statute Anno Quarto et Quinto Gulielmi IV. Regis, cap. 35, intituled " An Act for the Better Regulation of Chimney Sweepers and their Apprentices," and he will find that the Climbing Boy, compared with the African, is almost a spoiled child.
Pagina 47 - The horror of Emilia, on discovering that the Moor had murdered her mistress, was scarcely greater than that of Miss Morbid ! She hardly, she said, believed her own senses. You might have knocked her down with a feather ! She did not know whether she stood on her head or her heels. She was rooted to the spot ! and her hair, if it had been her own, would have stood upright upon her head ! There was no doubt in the case. She saw the transfer of a portion of her own bank-stock, from her escritoire into...
Pagina 81 - 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.

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