Recreations of the Rabelais club, 1880(-1888).1881 |
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... manner of threate that her frendes did not giue her to him for a leman and that she knoweth wel whence she is come . And she saith that when she shal write to her brothers or to her cousins they will soone come to fetch her . And ...
... manner of threate that her frendes did not giue her to him for a leman and that she knoweth wel whence she is come . And she saith that when she shal write to her brothers or to her cousins they will soone come to fetch her . And ...
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... manner : ' What news , ' saith he , ' Joan , my frende ? how doth your mis- tresse ? ' By my faith , she is in the house verie pensive and wroth . ' ' And wherefore , my frende ? ' ' By my faith , my lord is so evil a manne that she ...
... manner : ' What news , ' saith he , ' Joan , my frende ? how doth your mis- tresse ? ' By my faith , she is in the house verie pensive and wroth . ' ' And wherefore , my frende ? ' ' By my faith , my lord is so evil a manne that she ...
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... manner had forcibly impressed upon me that he was not joking , but meant what he said . Being a person of regular ( and matutinal ) habits- " " Never mind your habits , " growled the Secretary . " Damn it , it's all part of the story ...
... manner had forcibly impressed upon me that he was not joking , but meant what he said . Being a person of regular ( and matutinal ) habits- " " Never mind your habits , " growled the Secretary . " Damn it , it's all part of the story ...
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... manner held me back . " I tore aside the blind , and looked out of the window . My window looked over the garden , and immediately below it - in front , as I judged , of the windows of the morning - room - was a broad flagged terrace ...
... manner held me back . " I tore aside the blind , and looked out of the window . My window looked over the garden , and immediately below it - in front , as I judged , of the windows of the morning - room - was a broad flagged terrace ...
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... manner . " To be sure ! " and he dropped again into the level tones of dictation . " To be continued in our next . ' " For the first time the Secretary looked up , as if surprised . " In our next ? " he said doubtfully , gazing at the ...
... manner . " To be sure ! " and he dropped again into the level tones of dictation . " To be continued in our next . ' " For the first time the Secretary looked up , as if surprised . " In our next ? " he said doubtfully , gazing at the ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aggie asked Banjo believe bicause brandy brandy-and-soda businesse CHAPTER CHARLES G chaumber mayde Cherubin Elsmere clerk Corsican Brothers disguise door drink epigram eyes faith gallant Ghoul of Mayfair girl give goeth Goodlad grete hair hand heard heart Helvellyn housbande hath Igne Illa Intellect ioye Joan Kalee's know wel knoweth wel lady ladye Lampadie Trim laugh live lofely Gountess look Lord Madame de Fretteville maketh manne married Meudon Miss Cantilene moche morning mot's good-night mother night nive numbers OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES onelie Oxford Pardy peradventure pray quod Rabelais Railway Director Redhill rejoined Montagu replied Snowle right wel robe sainted father saith schwartz Zigeuner Secretary seeth sermon shal sigh Sirène sister slipper smile soche soda soda-water soul speake spoke spooks story strange sweet tell thing thought Toby Trimmer Tuttutson unto Vicar's wife voice waiter Wendover wisheth Witness woman words wyfe young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 69 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
Seite 39 - Call him not old, whose visionary brain Holds o'er the past its undivided reign. For him in vain the envious seasons roll Who bears eternal summer in his soul.
Seite 74 - QUI LUY JECTA DE LA NEIGE Anne par jeu me jecta de la neige, Que je cuidoys froide, certainement : Mais c'estoit feu, l'experience en ay je, Car embrasé je fus soudainement.
Seite 5 - Tho' you may find us somewhat insipid and tame ! I've a great treat in store for you — turn, and look there ! That's 'Sirbne,' who indited ' The Ghoul of May fair.'" Oh ! the wild thrill that shot thro' this passionate heart ! There — before me — alone in her glory — apart From that milksoppy, maudlin, contemptible throng, Sat the being I'd yearned for and burned for so long ! I respectfully gazed one brief moment — but stop ! For particulars, vide design at the top : She's that sweet,...
Seite 41 - Shakspeare et la nature, Si tu n'y retrouvais quelques anciens sanglots? Comprendrais-tu des cieux l'ineffable harmonie, Le silence des nuits, le murmure des flots, Si quelque part là-bas la fièvre et l'insomnie Ne t'avaient fait songer à l'éternel repos?
Seite 72 - Now neither lives, but day by day Sees the suns wasting in the west, And feels their flight, and doth delay To lead the life he loveth best. So from thy city prison broke, Martial, thy wail for life misspent, And so, through London's noise and smoke My heart replies to the lament. F'or dear as Tagus with his gold, And swifter Salo, were to thee, So dear to me the woods that fold The streams that circle Fernielea ! APRIL ON TWEED 51 APRIL ON TWEED.
Seite 74 - Puis que le feu loge secrètement Dedans la neige, où trouveray je place Pour n'ardre point? Anne, ta seule grâce Estaindre peult le feu que je sens bien, Non point par eau, par neige ne par glace, Mais par sentir un feu pareil au mien.
Seite 6 - ... titters fond of flam, You judes that clobber for the stramm, You ponces good at talking tall, With fawneys on your dexter famm — A mot's good-night to one and all! Likewise you molls that flash your bubs For swells to spot and stand you sam, You bleeding bonnets, pugs, and subs, You swatchel-coves that pitch and slam, You magsmen bold that work the cram, You flats and joskins great and small, Gay...
Seite 6 - You spunges miking round the pubs, You flymy titters fond of flam, You judes that clobber for the stramm, You ponces good at talking tall, With fawneys on your dexter famm — A mot's good-night to one and all ! Likewise you molls that flash your bubs For swells to spot and stand you sam, You...
Seite 72 - ... Sees the suns wasting in the west, And feels their flight, and doth delay To lead the life he loveth best. So from thy city prison broke, Martial, thy wail for life misspent, And so, through London's noise and smoke My heart replies to the lament. For dear as Tagus with his gold, And swifter Salo, were to thee, So dear to me the woods that fold The streams that circle Fernielea ! April on Tweed.