The midwife: or, The old woman's magazine, Volum 11750 |
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Pàgina 7
... calling for Mercy . Hey dey ! Here comes Monfieur Flatter - and - Fly , who lofes an Hour in the Morning , and runs after it all Day . He's of the ancient Family of the the Wife Acres . Wou'd you believe it Boy ? The 7 MIDWIFE .
... calling for Mercy . Hey dey ! Here comes Monfieur Flatter - and - Fly , who lofes an Hour in the Morning , and runs after it all Day . He's of the ancient Family of the the Wife Acres . Wou'd you believe it Boy ? The 7 MIDWIFE .
Pàgina 8
Midwife. the Wife Acres . Wou'd you believe it Boy ? This very Gentleman spent a good thousand a Year on Elections , in order to make good his Intereft at Court , for a Place of five Hundred ; walk along , hollow Head , walk along . Oh ...
Midwife. the Wife Acres . Wou'd you believe it Boy ? This very Gentleman spent a good thousand a Year on Elections , in order to make good his Intereft at Court , for a Place of five Hundred ; walk along , hollow Head , walk along . Oh ...
Pàgina 10
... fought the Gods to change into a River , the Ri- vulet which water'd his Retreat ; and that a little Boat which he launch'd into the Stream might be trand- transform'd into a Ship richly laden . A Clap of ΤΟ The MID WIFE .
... fought the Gods to change into a River , the Ri- vulet which water'd his Retreat ; and that a little Boat which he launch'd into the Stream might be trand- transform'd into a Ship richly laden . A Clap of ΤΟ The MID WIFE .
Pàgina 12
... wife we fhall have Reason to fear that we shall be- come , like Philemon , the Victims of our Rafhness . I To Mrs. MIDNIGHT . Madam , Wish you wou'd , in your Magazines , obferve to the Public , how neceffary ' tis that there fhou'd be ...
... wife we fhall have Reason to fear that we shall be- come , like Philemon , the Victims of our Rafhness . I To Mrs. MIDNIGHT . Madam , Wish you wou'd , in your Magazines , obferve to the Public , how neceffary ' tis that there fhou'd be ...
Pàgina 13
... Wife ( poor Mary , I fhall never forget- her ! ) had just lain - in a Fortnight ; and when the faw the Bailiffs take her Hufband out of the House , The fell into fuch Fits as I never faw in my Life- time : She tore her Hair , and beat ...
... Wife ( poor Mary , I fhall never forget- her ! ) had just lain - in a Fortnight ; and when the faw the Bailiffs take her Hufband out of the House , The fell into fuch Fits as I never faw in my Life- time : She tore her Hair , and beat ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 64 - ... to his fate, when he beheld through the brambles the glimmer of a taper. He advanced towards the light, and finding that it proceeded from the cottage of a hermit, he called humbly at the door, and obtained admission. The old man set before him such provisions as he had collected for himself, on which Obidah fed with eagerness and gratitude. When the repast was over —
Pàgina 64 - by what chance thou hast been brought hither ; I have been now twenty years an inhabitant of the wilderness, in which I never saw a man before.
Pàgina 219 - Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone; And yet no farther than a wanton's bird, That lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. ROMEO. I would I were thy bird.
Pàgina 65 - Here the heart softens, and vigilance subsides; we are then willing to inquire whether another advance cannot be made, and whether we may not...
Pàgina 64 - At length, not fear, but labour, began to overcome him ; his breath grew short, and his knees trembled, and he was on the point of lying down in resignation to his fate, when he beheld through the brambles the glimmer of a taper.
Pàgina 137 - At length a glimmering light appeared, which we imagined to be rather the forerunner of an approaching burst of flames, as in truth it was, than the return of day. However, the fire fell at a distance from us : then again we were immersed in thick darkness, and a heavy shower of ashes rained upon us, which we were obliged every now and then to...
Pàgina 62 - ... in compliance with the varieties of the ground, and to end at last in the common road. Having thus calmed his solicitude, he renewed his pace, though he suspected that he was not gaining ground.
Pàgina 135 - As soon as it was light again, which was not till the third day after this melancholy accident, his body was found entire, and without any marks of violence upon it, exactly in the same posture that he fell, and looking more like a man asleep than dead.
Pàgina 134 - The court which led to his apartment being now almost filled with stones and ashes, if he had continued there any time longer, it would have been impossible for him to have made his way out; it was thought proper therefore to awaken him.
Pàgina 136 - Though it was now morning, the light was exceedingly faint and languid, the buildings all around us tottered, and though we stood upon open...