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... Dear - Slayer , by Albany Poyntz , 271 The Great Auctioneer , by John Jones , Minor Bodkin's Cure for Conceit , by Phelim O'Toole , Familiar Epistles from an Elderly Gentleman on Half - pay , 285 298 303 The late Dr. Maginn , 317 ...
... Dear - Slayer , by Albany Poyntz , 271 The Great Auctioneer , by John Jones , Minor Bodkin's Cure for Conceit , by Phelim O'Toole , Familiar Epistles from an Elderly Gentleman on Half - pay , 285 298 303 The late Dr. Maginn , 317 ...
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... Dear , dear , dear , my dear , I mean that comedy in which our light comedian acts the part , you know , of a dashing young fellow . ' ' Bless me , Mr. T. , there is generally a dashing young fellow in every comedy . Now , what play do ...
... Dear , dear , dear , my dear , I mean that comedy in which our light comedian acts the part , you know , of a dashing young fellow . ' ' Bless me , Mr. T. , there is generally a dashing young fellow in every comedy . Now , what play do ...
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' Bless me , my dear , ' a pull , did I take any with me ? —I don't remember it . ' ' Yes , yes , yes you did ; three of your new set , making , with the one you had on , four . ' ' Bless me , my dear Mrs. T. , ' another pull , ' how ...
' Bless me , my dear , ' a pull , did I take any with me ? —I don't remember it . ' ' Yes , yes , yes you did ; three of your new set , making , with the one you had on , four . ' ' Bless me , my dear Mrs. T. , ' another pull , ' how ...
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... dear ! It must be a curiosity , indeed , to leave out of the bill of Othello , Iago , Roderigo , and Desdemona . Why ... Dear , dear , dear ! good heavens ! my dear Mrs. Mrs. I really forget your name , -you astonish me , ' pulling his ...
... dear ! It must be a curiosity , indeed , to leave out of the bill of Othello , Iago , Roderigo , and Desdemona . Why ... Dear , dear , dear ! good heavens ! my dear Mrs. Mrs. I really forget your name , -you astonish me , ' pulling his ...
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... dear , how you go on , and bother me about a trifle . I have no recollection of the matter , and I can only say , that in the multiplicity of business I might possibly have mistaken one lady for another ; but , as I do not remember ...
... dear , how you go on , and bother me about a trifle . I have no recollection of the matter , and I can only say , that in the multiplicity of business I might possibly have mistaken one lady for another ; but , as I do not remember ...
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Página 36 - Pass!' the old man said; ¡Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!' And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Página 273 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Página 36 - 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.
Página 36 - 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...
Página 36 - 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!
Página 187 - God with all my Heart, with all my Soul, and with all my Strength; and honour the King, and all good Men in Authority under him.
Página 580 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep That fought around their king. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though billmen ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight; Linked in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like...
Página 201 - I SAW thee, Netley, as the sun Across the western wave Was sinking slow, And a golden glow To thy roofless towers he gave ; And the ivy sheen, With its mantle of green, That wrapt thy walls around, Shone lovelily bright, In that glorious light, And I felt 'twas holy ground. Then...
Página 78 - ... I, gentlemen of the jury ; that he wears very fine clothes, much finer clothes than you or I, gentlemen of the jury ; that he has abundance of money in his pocket, much more money than you or I, gentlemen of the jury ; but, gentlemen of the jury, is it not a very hard case.
Página 580 - But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go. Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight; Link'd in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight, As fearlessly and well; Till utter darkness closed her wing O'er their thin host and wounded King.