The cruet stand, select pieces of prose and poetry, Tom 11853 |
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Strona 24
... asked , every morning , by visitors from the country , at breakfast . Why you had better go home ; you have spent all your money , and lost your time , and if you remain any longer in London , you will be very dissatisfied with the ...
... asked , every morning , by visitors from the country , at breakfast . Why you had better go home ; you have spent all your money , and lost your time , and if you remain any longer in London , you will be very dissatisfied with the ...
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... asked- " What works he had in the press ? " he replied " Why the History of the Bank , with notes ; the Art of Cookery , with plates ; and the Science of Single - stick , with wood cuts . ' A PERSON meeting an old man with silver hairs ...
... asked- " What works he had in the press ? " he replied " Why the History of the Bank , with notes ; the Art of Cookery , with plates ; and the Science of Single - stick , with wood cuts . ' A PERSON meeting an old man with silver hairs ...
Strona 36
... asked a perplexed friend of his . " Let him alone , " cried a bystander , " he'll soon re - wife . " To be really and truly independent is to support ourselves by our own exertions . A COQUETTE is said to be a perfect incarnation of ...
... asked a perplexed friend of his . " Let him alone , " cried a bystander , " he'll soon re - wife . " To be really and truly independent is to support ourselves by our own exertions . A COQUETTE is said to be a perfect incarnation of ...
Strona 39
... ASKING TOO MUCH . A YOUNG Couple were sitting together in a romantic spot , with birds and flowers about them , when the ... asked after her husband's health , answered with a soft quiet smile " He is dead , I thank you . " A GENTLEMAN ...
... ASKING TOO MUCH . A YOUNG Couple were sitting together in a romantic spot , with birds and flowers about them , when the ... asked after her husband's health , answered with a soft quiet smile " He is dead , I thank you . " A GENTLEMAN ...
Strona 44
... asked by the judge , if he had anything to say for himself , replied with the characteristic humour of his country- " Never a single word , yer honour , and its my real opinion there's been a grate deal too much said as it is . " A ...
... asked by the judge , if he had anything to say for himself , replied with the characteristic humour of his country- " Never a single word , yer honour , and its my real opinion there's been a grate deal too much said as it is . " A ...
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Strona 242 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Strona 372 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease...
Strona 144 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! logo.
Strona 252 - Tis brightness all ; save where the new snow melts Along the mazy current. Low, the woods Bow their hoar head ; and, ere the languid Sun Faint from the west emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man.
Strona 339 - For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept : then had I been at rest...
Strona 255 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Strona 209 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
Strona 54 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud, instead, and ever-during dark, Surrounds me...
Strona 343 - O good gray head which all men knew, O voice from which their omens all men drew, O iron nerve to true occasion true, O fall'n at length that tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew!
Strona 298 - Forthwith the sounds and seas, each creek and bay, With fry innumerable swarm, and shoals Of fish, that with their fins and shining scales Glide under the green wave, in sculls that oft Bank the mid sea...