The Table Book..., Volum 1W. Tegg, 1827 - 870 pàgines |
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Pàgina 22
... never thought of asking , and do not know . He was probably a native of Devonshire , for there he spent the last years of his life ; spent them , too , in some sort of consideration , for Mr. T. ( a very respectable surgeon of Ashburton ) ...
... never thought of asking , and do not know . He was probably a native of Devonshire , for there he spent the last years of his life ; spent them , too , in some sort of consideration , for Mr. T. ( a very respectable surgeon of Ashburton ) ...
Pàgina 23
... never greatly loved him ; I had not grown up with him ; and he was too prone to repulse my little advances to familiarity , with coldness , or anger . He had certainly some reason to be displeased with me , for I learned little at ...
... never greatly loved him ; I had not grown up with him ; and he was too prone to repulse my little advances to familiarity , with coldness , or anger . He had certainly some reason to be displeased with me , for I learned little at ...
Pàgina 26
... never have been realized , I was found in the twentieth year of my age by Mr. William Cookesley , a name never to be pronounced by me without veneration . The lamentable dog- gerel which I have already mentioned , and which had passed ...
... never have been realized , I was found in the twentieth year of my age by Mr. William Cookesley , a name never to be pronounced by me without veneration . The lamentable dog- gerel which I have already mentioned , and which had passed ...
Pàgina 77
... never trust , so down with your dust , And help us to diddle all London . ( Song . ) Oh how I've wish'd for some time back To ride to the Bazaar , And I declare the day looks fair Now won't you go , mamma ? For there our friends we're ...
... never trust , so down with your dust , And help us to diddle all London . ( Song . ) Oh how I've wish'd for some time back To ride to the Bazaar , And I declare the day looks fair Now won't you go , mamma ? For there our friends we're ...
Pàgina 80
... never wanted small things ) for those poor Ambitions ? yet these are their concernments , And but for want of these they pine and die . Modesty a bar to preferment . Sure ' twas his modesty . He might have thriven Much better possibly ...
... never wanted small things ) for those poor Ambitions ? yet these are their concernments , And but for want of these they pine and die . Modesty a bar to preferment . Sure ' twas his modesty . He might have thriven Much better possibly ...
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Pàgina 126 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Pàgina 472 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honor; and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Pàgina 405 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Pàgina 398 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Pàgina 25 - ... Lord Orford), were, for the most part, as completely out of my reach as a crown and sceptre. There was, indeed, a resource ; but the utmost caution and secrecy were necessary in applying to it. I beat out pieces of leather as smooth as possible, and wrought my problems on them with a blunted awl ; for the rest, my memory was tenacious, and I could multiply and divide by it to a great extent.
Pàgina 8 - That place, that does Contain my books, the best companions, is To me a glorious court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers ; And sometimes for variety I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels ; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account ; and in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.
Pàgina 496 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Pàgina 625 - ... for which reason they had come unarmed. Their object was not to do injury, and thus provoke the Great Spirit, but to do good. They were then met on the broad pathway of good faith and good will, so that no advantage was to be taken on either side, but all was to be openness, brotherhood, and love.
Pàgina 439 - GARRICK. fO a homeless man, who has no spot on this wide world which he can truly call his own, there is a momentary feeling of something like independence and territorial consequence, when, after a weary day's travel, he kicks off his boots, thrusts his feet into slippers, and stretches himself before an inn fire.
Pàgina 405 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk...