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римски YOL 92 1887 Ž LONDON : SWAIN SE PUBLISHED AT THE OFFICE , 85 , FLEET STREET , 1887 . LONDON : BRADBURY , AGNEW , & Co. , PRINTERS. AND SOLD BY ALL BOOKSELLERS . " Night sank upon the dusky beach and on the.
римски YOL 92 1887 Ž LONDON : SWAIN SE PUBLISHED AT THE OFFICE , 85 , FLEET STREET , 1887 . LONDON : BRADBURY , AGNEW , & Co. , PRINTERS. AND SOLD BY ALL BOOKSELLERS . " Night sank upon the dusky beach and on the.
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... London Members really knew something of the public opinion they are supposed to represent , and that I had never been led by them into an unpopular crusade against the Coal and Grain Dues . Sir Philip Cunliffe Owen . - That I had never ...
... London Members really knew something of the public opinion they are supposed to represent , and that I had never been led by them into an unpopular crusade against the Coal and Grain Dues . Sir Philip Cunliffe Owen . - That I had never ...
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... London , relieve Kensington from a plethora of amusements , and fairly dis- tribute the pleasure - seeking crowd . A CHILDREN'S TREAT . - Take them to a Matinée of Alice in Wonderland at the Prince of Wales's . More anon . ་ ་ THE ...
... London , relieve Kensington from a plethora of amusements , and fairly dis- tribute the pleasure - seeking crowd . A CHILDREN'S TREAT . - Take them to a Matinée of Alice in Wonderland at the Prince of Wales's . More anon . ་ ་ THE ...
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... London . The morning and afternoon milk is brought to the door of the customers by the animals themselves . The milkman drives his goats their daily round , the customer produces a jug , and not only pays for his milk , but , to quote a ...
... London . The morning and afternoon milk is brought to the door of the customers by the animals themselves . The milkman drives his goats their daily round , the customer produces a jug , and not only pays for his milk , but , to quote a ...
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... London to Ilfracombe . E. L. CHICHESTER's clever cuts - not with the whip , but with the pencil - add materially to the pleasure of the trip . Glad Hours ( WARD AND LOCK ) , by Miss MURIEL EVELYN , is an attractive volume . This version ...
... London to Ilfracombe . E. L. CHICHESTER's clever cuts - not with the whip , but with the pencil - add materially to the pleasure of the trip . Glad Hours ( WARD AND LOCK ) , by Miss MURIEL EVELYN , is an attractive volume . This version ...
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Side 202 - Till there was not a sign of a leaf indeed To prove it fresh from the river. He cut it short, did the great god Pan, (How tall it stood in the river !) Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man, Steadily from the outside ring, And notched the poor dry empty thing In holes, as he sat by the river. 'This is the way...
Side 120 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Side 65 - Thy wit's great overplus; But teach us yet Wisely to husband it, Lest we that talent spend; And having once brought to an end That precious stock, the store Of such a wit the world should have no more.
Side 93 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore...
Side 93 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend !" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Side 193 - Well, not this evenin', So, my little dear (brusquely), adoo!" very act of flight by memories of this last adventure — the one bright and cheering episode, possibly, in his entire professional career.) Fast he speeds across the housetops! (Rapid delivery for this.) (Very gently.) But his bosom throbs with bliss, For upon his rough lips linger Traces of a baby's kiss. (Most delicate treatment will be necessary in the last couplet — or the audience may understand it in a painfully literal sense.)...
Side 193 - All forgotten now the jewels, Once the purpose of his "job"; Down he sinks upon the door-mat, With a deep and choking sob.
Side 193 - oo work to bweak in houses ? Nana told me so, I 'm sure ! Will 'oo twy if 'oo can manage to bweak in my dolls'-house door ? " I tan never det it undone, so my dollies tan't det out ; They don't like the fwont to open every time...
Side 193 - Deftly now the task's accomplished, for the door will open well, When a childish voice behind him breaks the silence like a bell— "Sank 'oo, Missa Burglar, sank 'oo, and, betause 'oo's been tho nice, See, I've bwought 'oo up a tartlet — gweat big gweedies eat the ice. Papa says he wants to see 'oo ; Partinthon is tummin' too — Tan't 'oo stay — " "Well, not this evenin', so, my little dear, adoo!