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... Exit . JARVIS . Well , go thy ways , Sir William Honeywood . It is not without reason , that the world allows thee to be the best of men . But here comes his hope- ful nephew ; the strange good - natur'd , foolish , open- hearted - And ...
... Exit . JARVIS . Well , go thy ways , Sir William Honeywood . It is not without reason , that the world allows thee to be the best of men . But here comes his hope- ful nephew ; the strange good - natur'd , foolish , open- hearted - And ...
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... Exit . Ay , we have one or other of that family in this house from morning till night . He comes on the old affair , I suppose . The match between his son that's just returned from Paris , and Miss Richland , the young lady he's ...
... Exit . Ay , we have one or other of that family in this house from morning till night . He comes on the old affair , I suppose . The match between his son that's just returned from Paris , and Miss Richland , the young lady he's ...
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... Exit Jarvis . I must own my old monitor is not entirely wrong . There is something in my friend Croaker's conver- sation that quite depresses me . His very mirth is an antidote to all gaiety , and his appearance has a stronger effect on ...
... Exit Jarvis . I must own my old monitor is not entirely wrong . There is something in my friend Croaker's conver- sation that quite depresses me . His very mirth is an antidote to all gaiety , and his appearance has a stronger effect on ...
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... Exit . Poor Croaker ! his situation deserves the utmost pity . I shall scarce recover my spirits these three days . Sure to live upon such terms is worse than death itself . And yet , when I consider my own situation , a broken fortune ...
... Exit . Poor Croaker ! his situation deserves the utmost pity . I shall scarce recover my spirits these three days . Sure to live upon such terms is worse than death itself . And yet , when I consider my own situation , a broken fortune ...
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... Exit . Enter Mrs CROAKER and Miss RICHLAnd . Miss RICHLAND . You're always in such spirits . Mrs CROAKER . We have just come , my dear Honeywood , from the auction . There was the old deaf dowager , as usual , bidding like a fury ...
... Exit . Enter Mrs CROAKER and Miss RICHLAnd . Miss RICHLAND . You're always in such spirits . Mrs CROAKER . We have just come , my dear Honeywood , from the auction . There was the old deaf dowager , as usual , bidding like a fury ...
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Sida 47 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Sida 89 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Sida 50 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Sida 88 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote...
Sida 48 - And sleights of art and feats of strength went round. And still, as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
Sida 55 - Where then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride ? If to some common's fenceless limits...
Sida 48 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green; One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Sida 23 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends ; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad and bit the man. Around, from all the...
Sida 53 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Sida 50 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school. The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.