Works, Volum 1E. Moxon, 1869 |
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Side 20
... voice , or youthful hand , Our concert - pitch would disconcert ! No Bird must join our " vocal throng , " The present age beheld at font : Away , then , all ye " Sons of Song , " Your Fathers are the men we want ! Away , Miss Birch ...
... voice , or youthful hand , Our concert - pitch would disconcert ! No Bird must join our " vocal throng , " The present age beheld at font : Away , then , all ye " Sons of Song , " Your Fathers are the men we want ! Away , Miss Birch ...
Side 21
... voice , Old notes that almost seem call'd in ; At such as you we shall rejoice ! No thund'ring Thalbergs here shall balk , Or ride your pet D - cadence o'er , But fingers with a little chalk Shall , moderato , keep the score ! No ...
... voice , Old notes that almost seem call'd in ; At such as you we shall rejoice ! No thund'ring Thalbergs here shall balk , Or ride your pet D - cadence o'er , But fingers with a little chalk Shall , moderato , keep the score ! No ...
Side 35
... voice from the stage's interior . " If you don't get up shortly I shall get down , " bellowed a voice from the box . At this crisis the English usher drew his fellow - tutor aside , and whispered something in his ear that made him go ...
... voice from the stage's interior . " If you don't get up shortly I shall get down , " bellowed a voice from the box . At this crisis the English usher drew his fellow - tutor aside , and whispered something in his ear that made him go ...
Side 42
... Mr. Taddy - venit hora - my hour is come -I am dying - thou art dying - he - is dying . - We - are- dying - you - are - dy " -The voice ceased . He made a feeble motion with his hands , as if in the 42 THE DEATH OF THE DOMINIE .
... Mr. Taddy - venit hora - my hour is come -I am dying - thou art dying - he - is dying . - We - are- dying - you - are - dy " -The voice ceased . He made a feeble motion with his hands , as if in the 42 THE DEATH OF THE DOMINIE .
Side 77
... voice , no more I sha'n't , for crying fresh herrings to - morrow . Oh Billy , you're bursting my heart in two , and my life won't be of no more vally , If I'm to see other folks ' darlins , and none of mine , playing like angels in our ...
... voice , no more I sha'n't , for crying fresh herrings to - morrow . Oh Billy , you're bursting my heart in two , and my life won't be of no more vally , If I'm to see other folks ' darlins , and none of mine , playing like angels in our ...
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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!