Novels: Paul clifford. Tomlinsoniana. 1902G. Routledge & sons limited, 1902 |
Términos y frases comunes
answered Asinæum Augustus Tomlinson Bath beauty better carriage character charming cheek companion comrades countenance cried dame dark dear devil door Dummie Dunnaker earl eyes face father favour feel fellow fortune gaze Gentleman George glance guineas hand hang heart hero highwayman honour hope horses Jack Ketch Joseph Brandon justice lady laugh lawyer less Littlefork live Lobkins Long Ned look Lord Mauleverer lordship lover Lovett Lucy's Mac Grawler manner Mauleverer's mind Miss Brandon moral Nabbem nature never niece night noble once passed passion Paul Paul Clifford Paul's pause pawnbroker Pepper perhaps person poor prisoner reader returned road robbed robber rogue scarcely seemed silent Slopperton smile squire stranger sure tell thee thing thou thought tion tone turned uttered voice Warlock Welford Whig William Brandon William Howard Russell words young
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Página 221 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Página 446 - ... bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Página 166 - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men ; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music ; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing.
Página 12 - Who press the downy couch, while slaves advance With timid eye, to read the distant glance; Who with sad prayers the weary doctor tease, To name the nameless ever-new disease ; Who with mock patience dire complaints endure, Which real pain and that alone can cure ; How would ye bear in real pain to lie, Despised, neglected, left alone to die? How would ye bear to draw your latest breath, Where all that's wretched paves the way for death?
Página 12 - Say, ye, opprest by some fantastic woes, Some jarring nerve that baffles your repose; Who press the downy couch, while slaves advance With timid eye to read the distant glance; Who with sad prayers the weary doctor tease, To name the nameless ever-new disease; Who with mock patience dire complaints endure, Which real pain and that alone can cure ; How would ye bear in real pain to lie, Despised, neglected, left alone to die?
Página 36 - Ac ne forte putes me, quae facere ipse recusem, cum recte tractent alii, laudare maligne, ille per extentum funem mihi posse videtur 210 ire poeta, meum qui pectus inaniter angit, irritat, mulcet, falsis terroribus implet, ut magus, et, modo me Thebis, modo ponit Athenis.
Página 329 - Here laws are all inviolate; none lay Traps for the traveller; every highway's clear; Here' — he was interrupted by a knife, With 'Damn your eyes! your money or your life!
Página 70 - Of all the griefs that harass the distrest, Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest. Oldham's, though less elegant, is more just : Nothing in poverty so ill is borne, As its exposing men to grinning scorn.