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... walk upon those shapely but somewhat thin legs there ; but as to living at sea , in sea , or on sea , why , a cap - full of wind would blow him to nothing , and a good sou ' - wester would hurry him off the face of the waters . Avast ...
... walk upon those shapely but somewhat thin legs there ; but as to living at sea , in sea , or on sea , why , a cap - full of wind would blow him to nothing , and a good sou ' - wester would hurry him off the face of the waters . Avast ...
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... walk out early in the morning down pleasant Oxford Street , turning to the west , or returning eastward , when the sun lights up the healthy faces of city clerks , and the bright looks of the little work - girls who are going cheerfully ...
... walk out early in the morning down pleasant Oxford Street , turning to the west , or returning eastward , when the sun lights up the healthy faces of city clerks , and the bright looks of the little work - girls who are going cheerfully ...
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... walks they would then take , when the baby , a very Moloch , to whom all their comfort was now sacrificed , should be asleep ; and again they would talk upon the duties which had fallen to them-- duties at once so new , so grateful ...
... walks they would then take , when the baby , a very Moloch , to whom all their comfort was now sacrificed , should be asleep ; and again they would talk upon the duties which had fallen to them-- duties at once so new , so grateful ...
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... , I am a nigger . Bless you , he walks like one of the lions , and is fully satisfied with himself , I know . Of course , everybody is proud of him . ” Felix , as they passed out , looked up to the window with the THE AUTHOR'S WINDOW . 47.
... , I am a nigger . Bless you , he walks like one of the lions , and is fully satisfied with himself , I know . Of course , everybody is proud of him . ” Felix , as they passed out , looked up to the window with the THE AUTHOR'S WINDOW . 47.
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... walk , the widow had caught sight of a very beautiful face ; but the knock of the mysterious man who had paid for that Blue Beard chamber frightened the observer away . " One thing was certain , the incarcerated lady never left the ...
... walk , the widow had caught sight of a very beautiful face ; but the knock of the mysterious man who had paid for that Blue Beard chamber frightened the observer away . " One thing was certain , the incarcerated lady never left the ...
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Seite 226 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Seite 9 - By your beauty, which confesses Some chief Beauty conquering you — By our grand heroic guesses Through your falsehood at the True, — We will weep not ! earth shall roll Heir to each god's aureole — And Pan is dead. Earth outgrows the mythic fancies Sung beside her in her youth, And those debonair romances Sound but dull beside the truth. Phoebus' chariot-course is run : Look up, poets, to the sun ! Pan, Pan is dead.
Seite 121 - For mankind in general are not sufficiently aware, that words, without meaning, or of equivocal meaning, are the everlasting engines of fraud and injustice; and that the grim gribber of Westminster Hall, is a more fertile, and a much more formidable source of imposture than the abracadabra of magicians.
Seite 210 - YOUR Hay it is Mow'd, and your Corn is Reap'd; Your Barns will be full, and your Hovels heap'd: Come, my Boys, come; Come, my Boys, come; And merrily Roar out Harvest Home; Harvest Home, Harvest Home; And merrily Roar out Harvest Home. Chorus. Come, my Boys, come, fee. 1 Man. We ha' cheated the Parson, we'll cheat him agen; For why shou'da Blockhead ha
Seite 9 - Christ hath sent us down the angels ; And the whole earth and the skies Are illumed by altar-candles Lit for blessed mysteries ; And a Priest's hand through creation Waveth calm and consecration : And Pan is dead.
Seite 206 - For he's a jolly good fel-low, For he's a jolly good fel-low, For he's a jolly good fe-el-low,— Which nobody can deny.
Seite 50 - Night is the time to watch ; O'er ocean's dark expanse, To hail the Pleiades, or catch The full moon's earliest glance, That brings into the home-sick mind All we have loved and left behind. Night is the time for care ; Brooding on hours misspent, To see the spectre of Despair Come to our lonely tent ; Like Brutus, 'midst his slumbering host, Summon'd to die by Caesar's ghost.
Seite 108 - All you that in the condemned hole do lie, Prepare you, for tomorrow you shall die. Watch all and pray, the hour is drawing near That you before the Almighty must appear. Examine well yourselves, in time repent That you may not to eternal flames be sent, And when St Sepulchre's bell tomorrow tolls The Lord above have mercy on your souls.
Seite 66 - A painted vest prince Vortigern had on, Which from a naked Pict his grandsire won.