Once Upon a Time, Band 1

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II
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III
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IV
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V
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VI
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VII
118
VIII
138
X
180
XI
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XII
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XIII
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XIV
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XV
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XVI
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XVII
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IX
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Seite 142 - Theirs is yon House that holds the parish poor, Whose walls of mud scarce bear the broken door ; There, where the putrid vapours, flagging, play, And the dull wheel hums doleful through the day ;— There children dwell who know no parents...
Seite 188 - Here thou, great ANNA ! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea.
Seite 145 - Ah! no; a shepherd of a different stock, And far unlike him, feeds this little flock: A jovial youth, who thinks his Sunday's task As much as God or man can fairly ask ; The rest he gives to loves and labours light, To fields the morning, and to feasts the night; None better skill'd the noisy pack to guide, To urge their chase, to cheer them or to chide; A sportsman keen, he shoots through half the day, And, skill'd at whist, devotes the night to play : Then, while such honours bloom around his head,...
Seite 143 - With speed that, entering, speaks his haste to go, He bids the gazing throng around him fly, And carries fate and physic in his eye...
Seite 59 - Friday ; the crowd was so great that even the noble mob in the drawing-room clambered upon chairs and tables to look at her. There are mobs at their doors to see them get into their chairs ; and people go early to get places at the theatres when it is known they will be there.
Seite 60 - ... one tallow candle at the end, we tumbled over the bed of the child, to whom the ghost comes, and whom they are murdering by inches in such insufferable heat and stench. At the top of the room are ropes to dry clothes. I asked if we were to have rope-dancing between the acts ? We...
Seite 143 - Whose murd'rous hand a drowsy Bench protect, And whose most tender mercy is neglect. Paid by the parish for attendance here, He wears contempt upon his sapient sneer; In haste he seeks the bed where Misery lies, Impatience mark'd in his averted eyes; And, some habitual queries hurried o'er, Without reply, he rushes on the door: His drooping patient, long inured to pain, And long unheeded, knows remonstrance vain ; He ceases now the feeble help to crave Of man ; and silent sinks into the grave. But...
Seite 145 - The holy stranger to these dismal walls ; And doth not he, the pious man, appear, He, "passing rich with forty pounds a year?
Seite 59 - I went to hear it — for it is not an apparition, but an audition — we set out from the opera, changed our clothes at Northumberland House, the Duke of York, Lady Northumberland, Lady Mary Coke, Lord Hertford and I, all in one...
Seite 13 - Like the sweet ballad, this amusing lay Too long detains the walker on his way ; While he attends, new dangers round him throng ; The busy city asks instructive song.

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