The Comic AnnualHurst, Chance, and Company, 1839 |
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... stopped , so long as he drank his own beer . Reuben Taylor said he riz early to recommend an early rising . The people had laid down long enough . There was no sort of use in getting up petitions THE CORRESPONDING CLUB .
... stopped , so long as he drank his own beer . Reuben Taylor said he riz early to recommend an early rising . The people had laid down long enough . There was no sort of use in getting up petitions THE CORRESPONDING CLUB .
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Thomas Hood. There was no sort of use in getting up petitions - they ought to get up themselves . If they loved the country they would rise betimes . It was a great point to be wide awake and up to everything . He would repeat to them a ...
Thomas Hood. There was no sort of use in getting up petitions - they ought to get up themselves . If they loved the country they would rise betimes . It was a great point to be wide awake and up to everything . He would repeat to them a ...
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... Small Pock . I regret to add a more milignint sort then afore . Praps if it had been took in tim - but its no yuse antissipatting wat POBLE LILRARY AS20R , LENOK TILDEN FOUNDATIONS is past and 16 THE CORRESPONDING CLUB .
... Small Pock . I regret to add a more milignint sort then afore . Praps if it had been took in tim - but its no yuse antissipatting wat POBLE LILRARY AS20R , LENOK TILDEN FOUNDATIONS is past and 16 THE CORRESPONDING CLUB .
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... sort of a huff , As soon as his Whales had brought profits enough , And hard by the Docks settled down for his life , But , true to his text , went to Wales for a wife . ALPOR , LANUA WOUNDATIONS 1 POPLAR AND WAPPING . A 62 22 BEN BLUFF.
... sort of a huff , As soon as his Whales had brought profits enough , And hard by the Docks settled down for his life , But , true to his text , went to Wales for a wife . ALPOR , LANUA WOUNDATIONS 1 POPLAR AND WAPPING . A 62 22 BEN BLUFF.
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... movement aback , But too slow to escape from the creature's attack ; If flippers it had , they were furnish'd with nails , - " You willin , I'll teach you that Women an't Whales ! " F " Avast ! " shouted Ben , with a sort BEN BLUFF . 65.
... movement aback , But too slow to escape from the creature's attack ; If flippers it had , they were furnish'd with nails , - " You willin , I'll teach you that Women an't Whales ! " F " Avast ! " shouted Ben , with a sort BEN BLUFF . 65.
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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