Sixty Years of the Life of Jeremy Levis, Volym 2G. & C. & H. Carvill, 1831 |
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... whispered to me, " Run up to your father, child, and keep him talking till I can make some more gruel for him — he's wanting it now. — Coming, Mrs. Betty ! — You see, my baby, they've got old Meg to nurse grown folks at last. I don't ...
... whispered to me, " Run up to your father, child, and keep him talking till I can make some more gruel for him — he's wanting it now. — Coming, Mrs. Betty ! — You see, my baby, they've got old Meg to nurse grown folks at last. I don't ...
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... whisper me, " Such might you taste with Mary," and. * I have taken more time for these few words than I usually take for pages, yet have never been so dissatisfied with my own language. I have failed completely, to express myself as I ...
... whisper me, " Such might you taste with Mary," and. * I have taken more time for these few words than I usually take for pages, yet have never been so dissatisfied with my own language. I have failed completely, to express myself as I ...
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Laughton Osborn. whisper me, " Such might you taste with Mary," and bid me contrast the picture with my present mode of life, where every fit of enjoyment was purchased by succeeding regret ; and then — even then — a cup or two of coffee ...
Laughton Osborn. whisper me, " Such might you taste with Mary," and bid me contrast the picture with my present mode of life, where every fit of enjoyment was purchased by succeeding regret ; and then — even then — a cup or two of coffee ...
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... whispered, in tones •which the warmth of their admiration rendered incautiously loud, " Dear — generous fellow ! — Noble soul ! — Should have been born a prince!" — Well ! there is some satisfaction in spending money for such friends ...
... whispered, in tones •which the warmth of their admiration rendered incautiously loud, " Dear — generous fellow ! — Noble soul ! — Should have been born a prince!" — Well ! there is some satisfaction in spending money for such friends ...
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... whispered in her ear. She started, and faced me. I was not deceived ; it was indeed poor Alice Smith, the daughter of my laundress, a girl whom I had seduced — or rather ( — for, with all my wickedness, I was never yet capable of ...
... whispered in her ear. She started, and faced me. I was not deceived ; it was indeed poor Alice Smith, the daughter of my laundress, a girl whom I had seduced — or rather ( — for, with all my wickedness, I was never yet capable of ...
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Sida 73 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Sida 181 - From the rich peasant cheek of ruddy bronze, And large black eyes that flash on you a volley Of rays that say a thousand things at once, To the high dama's brow, more melancholy, But clear, and with a wild and liquid glance, Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
Sida 269 - D'Amboys upon the theatre; but when I had taken up what I supposed a fallen star, I found I had been cozened with a jelly; nothing but a cold, dull mass, which glittered no longer than it was shooting; a dwarfish thought, dressed up in gigantic words, repetition in abundance, looseness of expression, and gross hyperboles; the sense of one line expanded prodigiously into ten; and, to sum up all, uncorrect English, and a hideous mingle of false poetry and true nonsense ; or, at best, a scantling of...
Sida 239 - Hyperion's curls ; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set !ns seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Sida 226 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, and gathering tears and tremblings of distress, and cheeks all pale, which, but an an hour ago, blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; and there were sudden partings, such as press the life from out young hearts, and choking sighs which ne'er might be repeated...
Sida 269 - D'Ambois" upon the theatre ; but when I had taken up what I supposed a fallen star, I found I had been cozened with a jelly ; * nothing but a cold, dull mass, which glittered no longer than it was shooting...
Sida 148 - 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.
Sida 224 - On motion, resolved, That the proceedings of this meeting be signed by the chairman and secretary, and delivered to Dr. DODS, and that they be published in the newspapers of the city. " JOHN P. HULBERT, Chairman.
Sida 255 - But I will punish home: No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure. In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that.
Sida 118 - Free and unquestion'd, through the wilds of love; While woman, sense and nature's easy fool, If poor weak woman swerve from, virtue's rule, If, strongly charm'd, she leave the thorny way, And in the softer paths of pleasure stray, Ruin ensues, reproach and endless shame, And one false step entirely damns her fame: In vain with tears the loss she may deplore, In vain look back on what she was before; She sets, like stars that fall, to rise no more.