Men of Character, Volume 1H. Colburn, 1838 |
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... replied the philosopher . " The sky was like the last day , " said the land- lady . " It was red , " remarked Adam . " Poor souls ! " and Mrs. Nox stood at the foot of the bed , rubbing her hands , and looking piteously at the nose and ...
... replied the philosopher . " The sky was like the last day , " said the land- lady . " It was red , " remarked Adam . " Poor souls ! " and Mrs. Nox stood at the foot of the bed , rubbing her hands , and looking piteously at the nose and ...
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... replied Mrs. Nox , with peculiar emphasis . Adam stretched his legs , and his jaw fell . Poor plaything of malevolent fortune ! Adam was pre- cisely in the strait of an author , whose original manuscript is accidentally given to the ...
... replied Mrs. Nox , with peculiar emphasis . Adam stretched his legs , and his jaw fell . Poor plaything of malevolent fortune ! Adam was pre- cisely in the strait of an author , whose original manuscript is accidentally given to the ...
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... replied , " Not at all , sir ; I assure you , upon my honour - by no means . ” " At all events , Mr. Buff , you'll take a little brandy , " said the philosopher in the furred gown ; and as he spoke , the brandy was brought in . Filling ...
... replied , " Not at all , sir ; I assure you , upon my honour - by no means . ” " At all events , Mr. Buff , you'll take a little brandy , " said the philosopher in the furred gown ; and as he spoke , the brandy was brought in . Filling ...
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... , the waggoner look- ing silently and serenely on . However , when he beheld the weapon , he asked- " What wilt do , mun ? what wilt do ? " " Bleed him , " replied Job , with exquisite D 3 THE MAN WHO " COULDN'T HELP IT . " 57.
... , the waggoner look- ing silently and serenely on . However , when he beheld the weapon , he asked- " What wilt do , mun ? what wilt do ? " " Bleed him , " replied Job , with exquisite D 3 THE MAN WHO " COULDN'T HELP IT . " 57.
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Douglas Jerrold. " Bleed him , " replied Job , with exquisite com- " I fear his heart has stopped . " posure . " Loikely I do think it be Grinders , the lawyer of Cut un deep ; " and the waggoner opened his eyes to watch if the lawyer ...
Douglas Jerrold. " Bleed him , " replied Job , with exquisite com- " I fear his heart has stopped . " posure . " Loikely I do think it be Grinders , the lawyer of Cut un deep ; " and the waggoner opened his eyes to watch if the lawyer ...
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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...