Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 12Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1842 - Literature |
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... began afresh ; the negro girls shambled in and out more vigorously than ever , and finally we were called to eat and refresh ourselves with - dirty water -I cannot call it tea , -old cheese , bad butter , and old , dry biscuits . The ...
... began afresh ; the negro girls shambled in and out more vigorously than ever , and finally we were called to eat and refresh ourselves with - dirty water -I cannot call it tea , -old cheese , bad butter , and old , dry biscuits . The ...
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... began , more suo , to smooth the asperities of the morning's disasters , and , without further mishap , set his foot upon Margate Pier at six o'clock , in his accustomed good humour , full of anxiety to recover his lost treasures ...
... began , more suo , to smooth the asperities of the morning's disasters , and , without further mishap , set his foot upon Margate Pier at six o'clock , in his accustomed good humour , full of anxiety to recover his lost treasures ...
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... began seriously to consider how they could contrive to be of Rogers ' tea - party . After considering every plan likely and unlikely , there was none so good as one suggested by Mrs. Brown , which was to throw herself in the way of Lady ...
... began seriously to consider how they could contrive to be of Rogers ' tea - party . After considering every plan likely and unlikely , there was none so good as one suggested by Mrs. Brown , which was to throw herself in the way of Lady ...
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... began to understand better the proceedings of his wife during the last twenty - four hours . 66 Well , dear , " observed Mrs. Brown to her husband , as they sat in their own parlour the next evening , " it was too bad of that nasty slut ...
... began to understand better the proceedings of his wife during the last twenty - four hours . 66 Well , dear , " observed Mrs. Brown to her husband , as they sat in their own parlour the next evening , " it was too bad of that nasty slut ...
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... began to talk of him as a certain job ; the parson was heard to wonder if he would leave enough to pay the church's fees , as was the duty of every good Christian ; sundry cronies of his Xantippe published somewhat too loudly their ...
... began to talk of him as a certain job ; the parson was heard to wonder if he would leave enough to pay the church's fees , as was the duty of every good Christian ; sundry cronies of his Xantippe published somewhat too loudly their ...
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Page 34 - Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!' A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered with a sigh, Excelsior! ,Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!' This was the peasant's last Goodnight. A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air, Excelsior! A...
Page 34 - The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Page 34 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the pass!
Page 34 - A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Page 470 - But that which most doth take my Muse and me, Is a pure cup of rich Canary wine, Which is the Mermaid's now, but shall be mine: Of which had Horace or Anacreon tasted, Their lives, as do their lines, till now had lasted.
Page 211 - quoth I, As I heaved a sigh, And a tear-drop fell from my twinkling eye, " My vastly good man, as I scarcely doubt That some day or other you'll find it out, Should he come in your way, Or ride in your " shay," (As perhaps he may,) Be so good as to say That a Visitor, whom you drove over one day, Was exceedingly angry, and very much scandalized, Finding these beautiful ruins so Vandalized, And thus of their owner to speak began, As he ordered you home in haste, ' No DOUBT HE'S A VERY RESPECTABLE...
Page 211 - Two or three damsels, frank and free, Are ogling, and smiling, and sipping Bohea. Parties below, and parties above, Some making tea, and some making love. Then the ' toot — toot — toot ' Of that vile demi-flute, — The detestable din Of that crack'd violin. And the odours of ' Stout,
Page 467 - Graces, The Goddesses of Memory and Wit, Which there in order take their several places; In whose dear bosom, sweet delicious Love Lays down his quiver, which he once did bear, Since he that blessed paradise did prove; And leaves his mother's lap, to sport him there. Let others strive to entertain with words! My soul is of a braver mettle made: I hold that vile, which vulgar wit affords, In me's that faith which Time cannot invade!
Page 254 - No, my dear lady. I could weary stars, And force the wakeful moon to lose her eyes, By my late watching, but to wait on you. When at your prayers you kneel before the altar, Methinks...
Page 423 - He refused, and harsh language ensued, Which ended at length in a duel, When he that was mildest in mood Gave the truculent rascal his gruel; The Babes quake with hunger and fear, While the ruffian his dead comrade, Jack, buries; Then he cries, "Loves, amuse yourselves here With the hips, and the haws, and the blackberries ! " I'll be back in a couple of shakes ; So don't, dears, be quivering and quaking: I'm going to get you some cakes, And a nice butter'd roll that's a-baking!