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Strona 32
It was reported , that on some occasions they had not even contented themselves
with hard speeches , but that they had come to scuffling — he taking to boxing ,
and she to pinching , though in a far less amicable manner than is practised by ...
It was reported , that on some occasions they had not even contented themselves
with hard speeches , but that they had come to scuffling — he taking to boxing ,
and she to pinching , though in a far less amicable manner than is practised by ...
Strona 34
... yet living in a subservience to the comforts and inclinations of each other ,
sometimes not to be found even amongst couples of sincere affections , there
were as many causes for quarrel as ever ; but every day it became less worth
while to ...
... yet living in a subservience to the comforts and inclinations of each other ,
sometimes not to be found even amongst couples of sincere affections , there
were as many causes for quarrel as ever ; but every day it became less worth
while to ...
Strona 66
It is the opinion of great eminence , that the vapour which arises from moist earth ,
is the cause of the most dangerous fevers . Those , therefore , who put
themselves wantonly in the way of such danger , are guilty of little less than
suicide .
It is the opinion of great eminence , that the vapour which arises from moist earth ,
is the cause of the most dangerous fevers . Those , therefore , who put
themselves wantonly in the way of such danger , are guilty of little less than
suicide .
Strona 73
... tuneful serenade of that wakeful nightingale — his nose . ” A SAILOR , having
purchased some medicine of a celebrated doctor , demanded the price . “ Why , ”
says the doctor , “ I cannot think of charging you less than seven and sixpence ?
... tuneful serenade of that wakeful nightingale — his nose . ” A SAILOR , having
purchased some medicine of a celebrated doctor , demanded the price . “ Why , ”
says the doctor , “ I cannot think of charging you less than seven and sixpence ?
Strona 87
Indeed , it is but too common to behold individuals united by ties of blood , live
together upon a much less intimate footing than with strangers , and shew
themselves much less serviceable , and much less obliging the one to the other ,
than ...
Indeed , it is but too common to behold individuals united by ties of blood , live
together upon a much less intimate footing than with strangers , and shew
themselves much less serviceable , and much less obliging the one to the other ,
than ...
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Strona 238 - 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 354 - 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 248 - 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 321 - For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept : then had I been at rest...
Strona 251 - 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 205 - 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 325 - 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 292 - 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...