Men of Character, Volume 1H. Colburn, 1838 |
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... ADAM BUFF : THE MAN " WITHOUT A SHIRT . " II . JOB PIPPINS : THE MAN WHO COULD'NT HELP IT . " III . JACK RUNNYMEDE : THE MAN OF " MANY THANKS . " IV . CRESO QUATTRINO : THE MAN WHO DIED RICH . " JOHN BRITISH , in the bigness of his heart ,
... ADAM BUFF : THE MAN " WITHOUT A SHIRT . " II . JOB PIPPINS : THE MAN WHO COULD'NT HELP IT . " III . JACK RUNNYMEDE : THE MAN OF " MANY THANKS . " IV . CRESO QUATTRINO : THE MAN WHO DIED RICH . " JOHN BRITISH , in the bigness of his heart ,
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Douglas Jerrold. JOHN BRITISH , in the bigness of his heart , sat with his doors open to all comers : though we will not deny , that the welcome bestowed upon his guests , depended not always so much upon their deserving merits , as upon ...
Douglas Jerrold. JOHN BRITISH , in the bigness of his heart , sat with his doors open to all comers : though we will not deny , that the welcome bestowed upon his guests , depended not always so much upon their deserving merits , as upon ...
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... heart in his ears , listened listened , but heard nothing . A shadow fell upon his face ; and , uttering an impatient groan or grunt , and hugging the blanket close around his neck , he swung himself , like a resolute pig , upon his ...
... heart in his ears , listened listened , but heard nothing . A shadow fell upon his face ; and , uttering an impatient groan or grunt , and hugging the blanket close around his neck , he swung himself , like a resolute pig , upon his ...
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... heart " against the ruffian who had drenched him - then eyed the fire - and every man believing that he can poke a fire better than his neighbour , again vehemently stirred it , and ex- panded his broad back to the benign influence of ...
... heart " against the ruffian who had drenched him - then eyed the fire - and every man believing that he can poke a fire better than his neighbour , again vehemently stirred it , and ex- panded his broad back to the benign influence of ...
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... heart , and with a firm voice replied , " Not at all , sir ; I assure you , upon my honour - by no means . ” " At all events , Mr. Buff , you'll take a little brandy , " said the philosopher in the furred gown ; and as he spoke , the ...
... heart , and with a firm voice replied , " Not at all , sir ; I assure you , upon my honour - by no means . ” " At all events , Mr. Buff , you'll take a little brandy , " said the philosopher in the furred gown ; and as he spoke , the ...
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Página 233 - Tis now the very witching time of night; When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world: Now could I drink hot blood, And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on.
Página 123 - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
Página 133 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Página 204 - My Daughter to me should be, like a Court Lady to a Minister of State, a Key to the whole Gang. Married! If the Affair is not already done, I'll terrify her from it, by the Example of our Neighbours.
Página 207 - Dear wife, be a little pacified. Don't let your passion run away with your senses. Polly, I grant you, hath done a rash thing. Mrs.
Página 200 - Really, I am sorry upon Polly's account the captain hath not more discretion. What business hath he to keep company with lords and gentlemen? he should leave them to prey upon one another.
Página 206 - Polly. I know as well as any of the' fine ladies how to make the most of myself and of my man too. A woman knows how to be mercenary, though she hath never been in a court or at an assembly. We have it in our natures, papa.
Página 227 - Tis woman that seduces all mankind, By her we first were taught the wheedling arts; Her very eyes can cheat; when most she's kind, She tricks us of our money with our hearts. For her, like wolves by night we roam for prey, And practise ev'ry fraud to bribe her charms; For suits of love, like law, are won by pay, And beauty must be fee'd into our arms.
Página 206 - Ladies how to make the most of my self and of my Man too. A Woman knows how to be mercenary, though she hath never been in a Court or at an Assembly. We have it in our Natures, Papa. If I allow Captain Macheath some trifling Liberties, I have this Watch and other visible Marks of his Favour to show for it. A Girl who cannot grant some Things, and refuse what is most material, will make but a poor hand of her Beauty, and soon be thrown upon the Common.
Página 123 - Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again : Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show ! Though...