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... hair more or less auburn and so a party was already made of this blooming and numerous family , before the rest of the com- pany began to arrive . The three Miss Meggots next came in their fly : Mr. Blades and his niece from 19 in the ...
... hair more or less auburn and so a party was already made of this blooming and numerous family , before the rest of the com- pany began to arrive . The three Miss Meggots next came in their fly : Mr. Blades and his niece from 19 in the ...
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... hair plume ( I thought it had been a wisp of her brother's beard at first ) , and held a tin - headed spear in her hand , representing a Roman warrior in the great picture of Caractacus " George was paint- inga piece sixty - four feet ...
... hair plume ( I thought it had been a wisp of her brother's beard at first ) , and held a tin - headed spear in her hand , representing a Roman warrior in the great picture of Caractacus " George was paint- inga piece sixty - four feet ...
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... hair curled every morning . What business has he to be dangling about George Rumbold's premises , and sticking up his ugly pug - face as a model for all George's pictures ? Miss Clapperclaw says Bulbul is evidently smitten , and Clara ...
... hair curled every morning . What business has he to be dangling about George Rumbold's premises , and sticking up his ugly pug - face as a model for all George's pictures ? Miss Clapperclaw says Bulbul is evidently smitten , and Clara ...
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... hair - oil , jewellery , and linen shirt - fronts , very finely embroidered , but not particular for whiteness . He generally appears in faded velvet waistcoats of a morning , and is always perfumed with stale tobacco . He wears large ...
... hair - oil , jewellery , and linen shirt - fronts , very finely embroidered , but not particular for whiteness . He generally appears in faded velvet waistcoats of a morning , and is always perfumed with stale tobacco . He wears large ...
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... hair ) was the Duchess . ALONZO . You know how well he loves you , and you wonder To see Alonzo suffer , Cunegunda ? - Ask if the chamois suffer when they feel Plunged in their panting sides the hunter's steel ? Or when the soaring ...
... hair ) was the Duchess . ALONZO . You know how well he loves you , and you wonder To see Alonzo suffer , Cunegunda ? - Ask if the chamois suffer when they feel Plunged in their panting sides the hunter's steel ? Or when the soaring ...
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Página 339 - Who misses or who wins the prize. Go, lose or conquer as you can ; But if you fail, or if you rise, Be each, pray God, a gentleman. A gentleman, or old or young ! (Bear kindly with my humble lays) ; The sacred chorus first was sung Upon the first of Christmas days : The shepherds heard it overhead — The joyful angels raised it then : Glory to Heaven on high, it said, And peace on earth to gentle men.
Página 339 - Come wealth or want, come good or ill, Let young and old accept their part, And bow before the Awful Will, And bear it with an honest heart, Who misses or who wins the prize. — Go, lose or conquer as you can ; But if you fail, or if you rise, Be each, pray God, a gentleman.
Página 85 - I'd say, how fate may change and shift; The prize be sometimes with the fool, The race not always to the swift. The strong may yield, the good may fall, The great man be a vulgar clown, The knave be lifted over all, The kind cast pitilessly down.
Página 84 - THE play is done ; the curtain drops, Slow falling, to the prompter's bell : A moment yet the actor stops, And looks around, to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task ; And when he's laughed and said his say, He shows, as he removes the mask, A face that's anything but gay.
Página 261 - And when, its force expended, The harmless storm was ended, And as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o'er the sea — I thought, as day was breaking, My little girls were waking, And smiling, and making A prayer at home for me.
Página 266 - Ah me! how quick the days are flitting! I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup.
Página 281 - THERE lived a sage in days of yore And he a handsome pigtail wore ; But wondered much and sorrowed more Because it hung behind him. He mused upon this curious case, And swore he'd change the pigtail's place, And have it hanging at his face, Not dangling there behind him. Says he, " The mystery I've found, — I'll turn me round," — he turned him round; But still it hung behind him.
Página 256 - He captured many thousand guns ; He wrote "The Great" before his name ; And dying, only left his sons The recollection of his shame. Though more than half the world was his, He died without a rood his own ; And borrowed from his enemies Six foot of ground to lie upon. He fought a thousand glorious wars, And more than half the world was his, And somewhere now, in yonder stars, Can tell, mayhap, what greatness is.
Página 84 - I'd say, your woes were not less keen, Yonr hopes more vain, than those of men ; Your pangs or pleasures of fifteen, At forty-five played o'er again. I'd say, we suffer and we strive Not less nor more as men than boys ; With grizzled beards at forty-five, As erst at twelve, in corduroys.
Página 265 - Indeed, a rich and savory stew 'tis ; And true philosophers, methinks, Who love all sorts of natural beauties, Should love good victuals and good drinks. And Cordelier or Benedictine Might, gladly, sure, his lot embrace, Nor find a fast-day too afflicting, Which served him up a Bouillabaisse. I wonder if the house still there is ? Yes, here the lamp is, as before ; The smiling red-cheeked ecaillere is Still opening oysters at the door.