Speeches, Poems, and Miscellaneous Writings: On Subjects Connected with Temperance and the Liquor Traffic
J. P. Jewett, 1849 - 200 Seiten
A collection of American culinary history including cookbooks, menus and ephemera from the 16th through to the 21st century. Through this culinary archive researchers can explore changing attitudes towards diet and health, homemaking, commercial dining and the industrialisation of food production. The material has been collected over many years by Jan Longone, an adjunct curator in the University of Michigan Special Collections Research Center, and her husband University of Michigan Emeritus Professor Daniel T. Longone.
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Seite 17 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre; I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas! it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius', As a sick girl.
Seite 97 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Seite 17 - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their color fly ; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre. I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,
Seite 78 - For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned — Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor east one longing, lingering look behind...
Seite 2 - In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. STEREOTYPED AT THE BOSTON TYPE AND STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY. PREFACE. THE...
Seite 127 - Where murder, arson, rape, are brought to pass, With hell-broth vended at three cents a glass. And thus her hands that childless widow wrings, And thus that fratricidal felon swings, While the accessory before the fact Goes free, in goods and character intact. Look on yon alms-house, where from day to day The grave seems cheated of its lawful prey ; Mark well those squalid paupers, and declare What brought nineteen in twenty of them there. Could but the truth upon the canvas glow, The force of fancy...
Seite 6 - ... public, concerning the book, as I have often said of a dose of medicine to a sick friend, " If you can only manage to swallow it, I believe it will do you good.
Seite 178 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, Which tastes those gifts with joy.
Seite 17 - Give me some drink, Titinius" — As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of this majestic world, And bear the palm alone.
Seite 77 - " I have had one of my distressed spells, and could not lie in bed," was the reply. " How long have you been sitting here, Martha ? " " Almost through the night." Seeing that there was, at the time, no fire in the apartment, I further inquired, " Have you been sitting here alone, and without fire ? " She replied that she had, and remarked that there was no wood in the house.