The Comic annual. By T. Hood1839 |
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Side 51
... Ma'am - quite fresh- only caught this morning - leaping alive ? " Brill on the contrary lay , dab , on the board , as " stale , flat , and unprofitable , " as a fish could look . " Why no - not to - day , " was the answer of Mrs. Cook ...
... Ma'am - quite fresh- only caught this morning - leaping alive ? " Brill on the contrary lay , dab , on the board , as " stale , flat , and unprofitable , " as a fish could look . " Why no - not to - day , " was the answer of Mrs. Cook ...
Side 68
... Ma'am , " said Betty , wiping her steaming arms on her apron as she entered the room , " if you please , Ma'am , here's the lady for the cha- racter . " Mrs. Dowdum immediately jumped up from her chair , and with a little run , no ...
... Ma'am , " said Betty , wiping her steaming arms on her apron as she entered the room , " if you please , Ma'am , here's the lady for the cha- racter . " Mrs. Dowdum immediately jumped up from her chair , and with a little run , no ...
Side 72
... am informed , Madam , by Ann Gale , that she lived with you three years ? " " Certainly , Ma'am - last Martinmas ; which made it a month over , all but two days . " " She is sober , of course ? " " 72 THE CHARACTER .
... am informed , Madam , by Ann Gale , that she lived with you three years ? " " Certainly , Ma'am - last Martinmas ; which made it a month over , all but two days . " " She is sober , of course ? " " 72 THE CHARACTER .
Side 73
... Ma'am ; but she always declined . " " And she is steady otherwise - for instance , as to followers ? " " Followers , Ma'am ! nothing in the shape , Ma'am ; it would not be allowed here : " and Mrs. Dowdum drew herself up till her gown ...
... Ma'am ; but she always declined . " " And she is steady otherwise - for instance , as to followers ? " " Followers , Ma'am ! nothing in the shape , Ma'am ; it would not be allowed here : " and Mrs. Dowdum drew herself up till her gown ...
Side 74
... Ma'am - you might trust her with untold goold ! " " Excuse me , Madam , but have you ever trusted her with it yourself ? " " Lord , Ma'am , scores and scores of times ! She used to pay my bills , and always brought me the receipts as ...
... Ma'am - you might trust her with untold goold ! " " Excuse me , Madam , but have you ever trusted her with it yourself ? " " Lord , Ma'am , scores and scores of times ! She used to pay my bills , and always brought me the receipts as ...
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Side ix - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Side vii - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Side viii - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side ix - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side viii - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Side viii - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Side 77 - WHY should I deprive my neighbour Of his goods against his will ? Hands were made for honest labour, Not to plunder, or to steal. 'Tis a foolish self-deceiving By such tricks to hope for gain: All that's ever got by thieving Turns to sorrow, shame, and pain. Have not Eve and Adam taught us Their sad profit to compute, To what dismal state they brought us When they...
Side vii - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 172 - ... from a place so high, The year lies open to his eye; And all the moments open are To the exact discoverer. Yet more and more he smiles upon The happy revolution. Why should we then suspect or fear The influences of a year, So smiles upon us the first morn, And speaks us good so soon as born? Plague on't! the last was ill enough, This cannot but make better proof...
Side 95 - As fast as grinning boys could flog — What d'ye think of that, my Cat ? What d'ye think of that, my Dog...