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Pàgina 17
... have gone ; but the widow could stand no more . A PEEP AT A PLAY . TUNE --- Bartholomew Fair . COME , come , my boys away , Let us hasten to the play : We'll reach the house before The opening of the door GENERAL RECITER . 17.
... have gone ; but the widow could stand no more . A PEEP AT A PLAY . TUNE --- Bartholomew Fair . COME , come , my boys away , Let us hasten to the play : We'll reach the house before The opening of the door GENERAL RECITER . 17.
Pàgina 26
... fair game , sir , I replied , if we may judge from his colour . ' ' Colour , O , aye , that's very well for a joke ; but that's not vhat I asked , sir ; an't a jackdaw game ? that's vhat I asked ? ' ' Why that , said I , has been ...
... fair game , sir , I replied , if we may judge from his colour . ' ' Colour , O , aye , that's very well for a joke ; but that's not vhat I asked , sir ; an't a jackdaw game ? that's vhat I asked ? ' ' Why that , said I , has been ...
Pàgina 33
... fair one : " I shall enjoin nothing impossible . The thing I desire , you can do with the utmost ease . It will not cost you five minutes ' trouble . Yet , were it not for your so positive assurances , I should , from what I have ...
... fair one : " I shall enjoin nothing impossible . The thing I desire , you can do with the utmost ease . It will not cost you five minutes ' trouble . Yet , were it not for your so positive assurances , I should , from what I have ...
Pàgina 34
... fair women and brave men . A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell , Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again , And all went merry as a marriage bell : - But hush ! hark ! a deep sound ...
... fair women and brave men . A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell , Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again , And all went merry as a marriage bell : - But hush ! hark ! a deep sound ...
Pàgina 63
... fair , a joyous time Of beef and pudding , song and rhyme ; More lovely forms , more witching faces , Were never shewn at Epsom races , Than on that fair - day morn were seen , Along the Road to Borridge Green . There Ralph and Kate and ...
... fair , a joyous time Of beef and pudding , song and rhyme ; More lovely forms , more witching faces , Were never shewn at Epsom races , Than on that fair - day morn were seen , Along the Road to Borridge Green . There Ralph and Kate and ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
arms Ashfield battle of Malplaquet Bill bless blood Brutus Cæsar Caius Verres Calais Capt coach cried Cushendall dark dead dear death derry devil Dick dinner Eugenius eyes face fair father fellow fire flure gentlemen Geoffrey Owen give hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope Iago Jack JOHN ANDERSON jonteel lady larn laugh live look Lord ma'am master mind morning mysen neighbours never night Number Numps o'er pardon pittayatees poor pray round Sally Samian wine scene shoes sigh sing sleep smile song soon soul soup maigre squire Stick stood sure t'other tears tell thee there's thing thou thought Twas Vaiter Vell what's wife wind woice word worship Yorick young Zounds
Passatges populars
Pàgina 119 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar, I found it in his closet, 't is his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...
Pàgina 229 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Pàgina 106 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble...
Pàgina 261 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore...
Pàgina 34 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Pàgina 207 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world : And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it ; — yet I'll hammer 't out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, My soul the father : and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts...
Pàgina 118 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Pàgina 120 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Pàgina 107 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high. How they point to the Persian abodes, And glittering temples of their hostile gods!
Pàgina 217 - ... abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor.— What's that,...