The Comic AnnualHurst, Chance, and Company, 1839 |
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Página 51
... Ma'am - quite fresh— only caught this morning - leaping alive ? " The Brill on the contrary lay , dab , on the board , as " stale , flat , and unprofitable , " as a fish could look . 66 Why no - not to - day , " was the answer of Mrs ...
... Ma'am - quite fresh— only caught this morning - leaping alive ? " The Brill on the contrary lay , dab , on the board , as " stale , flat , and unprofitable , " as a fish could look . 66 Why no - not to - day , " was the answer of Mrs ...
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... 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 ...
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... am informed , Madam , by Ann Gale , that she lived with you three years ? " 66 ' Certainly , Ma'am - last Martinmas ; which made it a month over , all but two days . " " She is sober , of course ? " " 72 122 THE CHARACTER .
... am informed , Madam , by Ann Gale , that she lived with you three years ? " 66 ' Certainly , Ma'am - last Martinmas ; which made it a month over , all but two days . " " She is sober , of course ? " " 72 122 THE CHARACTER .
Página 73
... Ma'am - wouldn't touch a drop of spirits for the world . Many's the good glass of g- I have offered her of a washer day , for we washes at home , Ma'am ; but she always declined . " " And she is steady otherwise — for instance , as to ...
... Ma'am - wouldn't touch a drop of spirits for the world . Many's the good glass of g- I have offered her of a washer day , for we washes at home , Ma'am ; but she always declined . " " And she is steady otherwise — for instance , as to ...
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... Ma'am , I never missed any thing -never ! And not for want of opportunity - there's that watch , Ma'am , over the fire - place , it's a gold one and a repeater , Ma'am ; she might have took it over and over , and me no wiser , for I'm ...
... Ma'am , I never missed any thing -never ! And not for want of opportunity - there's that watch , Ma'am , over the fire - place , it's a gold one and a repeater , Ma'am ; she might have took it over and over , and me no wiser , for I'm ...
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66 Straight A. H. BAILY agitation Black bottle Brill Bruges Burn butter called Calydonian boar chair chak copy CORNHILL cried Crooked Lane Cynic d'ye think DEAR CHARLES Ditto Doctor door Dowdum engravings ev'ry eyes Fips says fish FOUNDATIONE friends Frisby Ghents gown head heard Helen of Greece hole honour IRON ROAD BOOK Julius Cæsar lady LENOX letters look Lord Durham's return Ma'am Madam Mary Ann Talbot master Miss Filby Miss Hopkinson morning mother never night Number Obadiah groan pigs Plates Pogian Argus poor PUBLIC LIBRARY ACTOR Reform round my hat round the Square Rum Customer Sambo snake soon Sparmacity Sporting stick Stoke Pogis street sure There's THOMAS HOOD TILDEN tion took town tree verry vext wanted watch whale wish YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 94 - ... rug. Last night I had a curious dream, Miss Susan Bates...
Página 84 - Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square.
Página 35 - 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