The Parlour Portfolio, Or, Post-chaise Companion: Being a Selection of the Most Amusing and Interesting Articles and Anecdotes that Have Appeared in the Magazines, Newspapers, and Other Daily and Periodical Journals, from the Year 1700, to the Present Time, Volum 1Matthew Iley, and sold, 1820 |
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... hour or two , with a very innocent intention , and after he has done his best , only makes me uneasy , and himself contemptible . This natural infirmity in men , is not only confined to story - telling , but it appears likewise , in ...
... hour or two , with a very innocent intention , and after he has done his best , only makes me uneasy , and himself contemptible . This natural infirmity in men , is not only confined to story - telling , but it appears likewise , in ...
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... hour or two , with a very innocent intention , and after he has done his best , only makes me uneasy , and himself contemptible . This natural infirmity in men , is not only con- fined to story - telling , but it appears likewise , in ...
... hour or two , with a very innocent intention , and after he has done his best , only makes me uneasy , and himself contemptible . This natural infirmity in men , is not only con- fined to story - telling , but it appears likewise , in ...
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... hours ; I bought of a neigh- bour , one Mr. Masterson ; yet because I would not put my friend in a fright , & c . " Thus far he went in one minute ; the story lasted an hour , so that upon a fair computation , he spoke 7740 words ...
... hours ; I bought of a neigh- bour , one Mr. Masterson ; yet because I would not put my friend in a fright , & c . " Thus far he went in one minute ; the story lasted an hour , so that upon a fair computation , he spoke 7740 words ...
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... hour ! at last we must resign ; Farewell , blest Poet , Satyrist , Divine ! For ever shall remain thy sacred name , Nor envy's tongue pollute thy spotless fame . From this sad world thy blessed soul is flown , To live in regions ...
... hour ! at last we must resign ; Farewell , blest Poet , Satyrist , Divine ! For ever shall remain thy sacred name , Nor envy's tongue pollute thy spotless fame . From this sad world thy blessed soul is flown , To live in regions ...
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... hour's relief from care and business found . Flockton no more shall dance his puppet ring , The swagg'ring giant fill the room no more , No more the monkey on the rope shall swing , Nor grin portentous at the ale - house door . The ...
... hour's relief from care and business found . Flockton no more shall dance his puppet ring , The swagg'ring giant fill the room no more , No more the monkey on the rope shall swing , Nor grin portentous at the ale - house door . The ...
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Æsop Anecdote animal appeared arms attended beauty blest body Britons Brython camphire church Coutts and Co dead dear death Dovedale dreadful dress Duke Duke of Braganza England Epigram eyes Farinelli father favour fear feast feet fell fire fortune friends gave gentleman Ginetes give grace grave hand happy head hear heard heart holy honour hope horse hour husband John John punched Keswick King lady late live London London Evening Post Lord lov'd maid manner marriage married ment mind morning neighbours never night o'er occasion peace person Philip Dunn poor portunity pounds present received round scene sent servant shew sigh soon soul spirit sweet taste tears thee thing thou thought tion tomb Tomb Stone Toulon town traveller Twas whilst wife woman young
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Side 308 - Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin— who but he ; His fame soon spread around — He carries weight, he rides a race, 'Tis for a thousand pound.
Side 308 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Side 304 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Side 305 - So three doors off the chaise was stayed, where they did all get in; Six precious souls, and all agog to dash through thick and thin.
Side 410 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth, Still must mine, though bleeding, beat ; And the undying thought which paineth Is — that we no more may meet.
Side 311 - Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
Side 306 - John he cried, But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Side 312 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Side 231 - was a yeoman, and had no lands of his own ; only he had a farm of three or four pounds by the year at the uttermost, and hereupon he tilled so much as kept half a dozen men. He had walk for a hundred sheep, and my mother milked thirty kine...
Side 159 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...