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... fire - works , and those very lofty trees . But I trust my dear Jemima will supersede topo- graphy by ocular inspection ; and in the interim I send for ac- ceptance a graphical view of the locality , shaded in Indian ink , which will ...
... fire - works , and those very lofty trees . But I trust my dear Jemima will supersede topo- graphy by ocular inspection ; and in the interim I send for ac- ceptance a graphical view of the locality , shaded in Indian ink , which will ...
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... fire of London . The first thing I did on coming down , was to see to the sweeps going up , -but I wish I had been less precipitous , for the sooty wretches stole four good flitches of bacon , as was up the kitchen chimbly , quite ...
... fire of London . The first thing I did on coming down , was to see to the sweeps going up , -but I wish I had been less precipitous , for the sooty wretches stole four good flitches of bacon , as was up the kitchen chimbly , quite ...
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... fire so easily , if Swing should come into these parts . The poor boys have made themselves very industrious in shooting off the birds , and hunting away all the vermin , besides cutting down trees . As I knew it was profitable to fell ...
... fire so easily , if Swing should come into these parts . The poor boys have made themselves very industrious in shooting off the birds , and hunting away all the vermin , besides cutting down trees . As I knew it was profitable to fell ...
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Thomas Hood. A STIFF VISIT . The first time we lighted a fire in our new abode , a large serpent came down the ... fires ever since . As for wild beasts , we hear them howling and roaring round the fence every night from dusk till ...
Thomas Hood. A STIFF VISIT . The first time we lighted a fire in our new abode , a large serpent came down the ... fires ever since . As for wild beasts , we hear them howling and roaring round the fence every night from dusk till ...
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... Fire ? or Murder ? What's the matter ? " Till Mary , getting breath , Upon her tale began to touch With rapid tongue , full trotting , such As if she thought she had too much To tell before her death : - " We was both , Ma'am , in the ...
... Fire ? or Murder ? What's the matter ? " Till Mary , getting breath , Upon her tale began to touch With rapid tongue , full trotting , such As if she thought she had too much To tell before her death : - " We was both , Ma'am , in the ...
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Side 448 - Sir Anthony. I would by no means wish a daughter of mine to be a progeny of learning. I don't think so much learning becomes a young woman. For instance, I would never let her meddle with Greek, or Hebrew, or algebra, or simony, or fluxions, or paradoxes, or such inflammatory branches of learning; neither would it be necessary for her to handle any of your mathematical, astronomical, diabolical instruments.
Side vi - THOUGH some make slight of libels, yet you may see by them how the wind sits : as take a straw and throw it up into the air, you shall see by that which way the wind is, which you shall not do by casting up a stone. More solid things do not show the complexion of the times so well as ballads and libels.
Side 290 - Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air; His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair. And will I see his face again? And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet!
Side 175 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Side 216 - ... 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 —
Side 56 - And Mr. S., I hope he's well, Ah ! though he lives so handy, He never now drops in to sup — (The better for our brandy !) " Come, take a seat — I long to hear About Matilda's marriage ; You're come of course to spend the day ! (Thank Heaven, I hear the carriage !) " 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 !) " Good-bye ! good-bye ! remember all, Next time you'll take your dinners ! (Now, David,...
Side 50 - Even is come ; and from the dark Park, hark, The signal of the setting sun — one gun ! And six is sounding from the chime, prime time To go and see the Drury-Lane Dane slain, — Or hear Othello's jealous doubt spout out, — Or Macbeth raving at that shade-made blade, Denying to his frantic clutch much touch...
Side 324 - NEVER go to France Unless you know the lingo, If you do, like me, You will repent by jingo. Staring like a fool, And silent as a mummy, There I stood alone, A nation with a dummy.
Side 61 - 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...
Side 80 - I'd give the whole wide world, if the world was mine, to clap my two longin' eyes on his face. For he's my darlin' of darlin's, and if he don't soon come back, you'll see me drop stone dead on the place. I only wish I'd got him safe in these two Motherly arms, and wouldn't I hug him and kiss him!