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Pagina 25
... wife , in an awful voice , " I beg that you will have some respect for our presence , and not lower yourself unnecessarily by such low language . We shall not go to Margate , so that matter's settled . " over . Well , they went off for ...
... wife , in an awful voice , " I beg that you will have some respect for our presence , and not lower yourself unnecessarily by such low language . We shall not go to Margate , so that matter's settled . " over . Well , they went off for ...
Pagina 27
... I never , if here haint the Snaggletons . " Up comes Mrs. Greaseby , poor soul , puffing and blowing , and all of a tremble , she'd made so much haste , 66 and she runs up to my wife and shakes hands THE SNAGGLETON LETTERS . 27.
... I never , if here haint the Snaggletons . " Up comes Mrs. Greaseby , poor soul , puffing and blowing , and all of a tremble , she'd made so much haste , 66 and she runs up to my wife and shakes hands THE SNAGGLETON LETTERS . 27.
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... wife mutton a half - penny cheaper than anyone else in the Row before now . " " Never mind , old fellow , " says I , " it's not my fault really ; " and it wasn't , Cooler , for ' pon my word , I liked the man and always shall . Well , I ...
... wife mutton a half - penny cheaper than anyone else in the Row before now . " " Never mind , old fellow , " says I , " it's not my fault really ; " and it wasn't , Cooler , for ' pon my word , I liked the man and always shall . Well , I ...
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... wife had brought him in endeavouring to make the carrying of letters , at that period , a paying concern . In 1695 , the Postmaster - generalship was put up to " public roup , " but nobody would bid for it till it was subsidized . In ...
... wife had brought him in endeavouring to make the carrying of letters , at that period , a paying concern . In 1695 , the Postmaster - generalship was put up to " public roup , " but nobody would bid for it till it was subsidized . In ...
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... wife or children , and they are poor . " " Yes , and doubtless as proud as they are poor , " answered Hyllyer , ready to disown the scapegrace cousin who ran away to sea , and who did certain other things which I need not mention . " 66 ...
... wife or children , and they are poor . " " Yes , and doubtless as proud as they are poor , " answered Hyllyer , ready to disown the scapegrace cousin who ran away to sea , and who did certain other things which I need not mention . " 66 ...
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The Rose, the shamrock and the thistle, a magazine. Vol.1, June ..., Volume 4 Volledige weergave - 1864 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 371 - Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the road-side fell and perished, Weary with the march of life! They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more!
Pagina 205 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, • Let me rise and fly away.
Pagina 206 - Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet, Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing, While Ilion like a mist rose into towers.
Pagina 363 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest flow'ret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Pagina 181 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Pagina 371 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!
Pagina 146 - And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead; Go to thy death-bed, He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow All flaxen was his poll, He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan: God ha
Pagina 148 - The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow...
Pagina 381 - tis so long, it is not very wide, For two are the most that together can ride ; And e'en...
Pagina 92 - Beg my dead body, which, living, was denied thee ; and either lay it at Sherborne, if the land continue, or in Exeter church, by my father and mother. I can say no more : time and death call me away.