Men of Character, Volume 1H. Colburn, 1838 |
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... gentle tyrant , a lordly Turk - who write on the prison walls of the poor debtor , ceived in full of all demands " -whatever ye may VOL . I. B 66 re- be , wherever ye reside , we pray ye , I ADAM BUFF: THE MAN" WITHOUT A SHIRT.
... gentle tyrant , a lordly Turk - who write on the prison walls of the poor debtor , ceived in full of all demands " -whatever ye may VOL . I. B 66 re- be , wherever ye reside , we pray ye , I ADAM BUFF: THE MAN" WITHOUT A SHIRT.
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... Poor souls ! " and Mrs. Nox stood at the foot of the bed , rubbing her hands , and looking piteously at the nose and cheeks of Buff , as they came out in ruby relief from a halo of blanket . " Many burned ? " asked Adam , with a slight ...
... Poor souls ! " and Mrs. Nox stood at the foot of the bed , rubbing her hands , and looking piteously at the nose and cheeks of Buff , as they came out in ruby relief from a halo of blanket . " Many burned ? " asked Adam , with a slight ...
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... looked at the devouring element , without ever forgetting myself . " " You may call it devouring , Mr. Buff , —nothing came amiss to it . Poor Mrs. Savon ! " — 66 My laundress ! " exclaimed Adam , his feet ADAM BUFF :
... looked at the devouring element , without ever forgetting myself . " " You may call it devouring , Mr. Buff , —nothing came amiss to it . Poor Mrs. Savon ! " — 66 My laundress ! " exclaimed Adam , his feet ADAM BUFF :
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... Poor plaything of malevolent fortune ! Adam was pre- cisely in the strait of an author , whose original manuscript is accidentally given to the flames , no other copy being extant . Plainly , Mrs. Savon had Adam's shirt - and Adam had ...
... Poor plaything of malevolent fortune ! Adam was pre- cisely in the strait of an author , whose original manuscript is accidentally given to the flames , no other copy being extant . Plainly , Mrs. Savon had Adam's shirt - and Adam had ...
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... Poor simple fellow he was brow - beaten by an unintelligible phrase for though a porter to a coach - office , he could not describe the philosophy of an imposition ! But to the object of Mr. Butler's call on Adam . To the old gentleman ...
... Poor simple fellow he was brow - beaten by an unintelligible phrase for though a porter to a coach - office , he could not describe the philosophy of an imposition ! But to the object of Mr. Butler's call on Adam . To the old gentleman ...
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Popular passages
Page 233 - Tis now the very witching time of night; When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world: Now could I drink hot blood, And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on.
Page 123 - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
Page 133 - 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.
Page 204 - My Daughter to me should be, like a Court Lady to a Minister of State, a Key to the whole Gang. Married! If the Affair is not already done, I'll terrify her from it, by the Example of our Neighbours.
Page 207 - Dear wife, be a little pacified. Don't let your passion run away with your senses. Polly, I grant you, hath done a rash thing. Mrs.
Page 200 - Really, I am sorry upon Polly's account the captain hath not more discretion. What business hath he to keep company with lords and gentlemen? he should leave them to prey upon one another.
Page 206 - Polly. I know as well as any of the' fine ladies how to make the most of myself and of my man too. A woman knows how to be mercenary, though she hath never been in a court or at an assembly. We have it in our natures, papa.
Page 227 - Tis woman that seduces all mankind, By her we first were taught the wheedling arts; Her very eyes can cheat; when most she's kind, She tricks us of our money with our hearts. For her, like wolves by night we roam for prey, And practise ev'ry fraud to bribe her charms; For suits of love, like law, are won by pay, And beauty must be fee'd into our arms.
Page 206 - Ladies how to make the most of my self and of my Man too. A Woman knows how to be mercenary, though she hath never been in a Court or at an Assembly. We have it in our Natures, Papa. If I allow Captain Macheath some trifling Liberties, I have this Watch and other visible Marks of his Favour to show for it. A Girl who cannot grant some Things, and refuse what is most material, will make but a poor hand of her Beauty, and soon be thrown upon the Common.
Page 123 - Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again : Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show ! Though...