The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Noctes ambrosianaeW. Blackwood, 1856 |
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... North . We must apply a searching poultice . Shepherd . O ' raw veal ? Tickler ( taking the mirror out of the Shepherd's hand ) . Ay ! North . " Twould be dangerous , Timothy , with that face , to sport Narcissus . " Sure such a pair ...
... North . We must apply a searching poultice . Shepherd . O ' raw veal ? Tickler ( taking the mirror out of the Shepherd's hand ) . Ay ! North . " Twould be dangerous , Timothy , with that face , to sport Narcissus . " Sure such a pair ...
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... North . Betty - the salt . Shepherd . Strip them , Leezy . There's anither . North . Steady , my dear Timothy , steady ; ay ! there he does it , a prime worm - of himself a host . Sir John Leech . Shepherd . You're no feared for bluid ...
... North . Betty - the salt . Shepherd . Strip them , Leezy . There's anither . North . Steady , my dear Timothy , steady ; ay ! there he does it , a prime worm - of himself a host . Sir John Leech . Shepherd . You're no feared for bluid ...
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... North . I hear you , James . Sir Isaac Newton was no astro- nomer . Shepherd . Wha's " Fluviatilis ? North . I know not . But his Essays on Angling , in that excellent paper the Edinburgh Observer , are about the best I know out of THE ...
... North . I hear you , James . Sir Isaac Newton was no astro- nomer . Shepherd . Wha's " Fluviatilis ? North . I know not . But his Essays on Angling , in that excellent paper the Edinburgh Observer , are about the best I know out of THE ...
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... North . The heaviest Fish I ever killed was in the river Awe - ninety pound neat . I hooked him on a Saturday after- noon - and had small hopes of killing him- -as I never break the Sabbath . But I am convinced that , within the hour ...
... North . The heaviest Fish I ever killed was in the river Awe - ninety pound neat . I hooked him on a Saturday after- noon - and had small hopes of killing him- -as I never break the Sabbath . But I am convinced that , within the hour ...
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... North . James ! James ! Shepherd . The truth is , Mr North , that you and the likes o ' you , that hae been cavied ' a ' your days in toons , like poutry , hae seldom seen ony real weather - and ken but the twa dis- tinctions o ' wat ...
... North . James ! James ! Shepherd . The truth is , Mr North , that you and the likes o ' you , that hae been cavied ' a ' your days in toons , like poutry , hae seldom seen ony real weather - and ken but the twa dis- tinctions o ' wat ...
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The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Noctes ambrosianae John Wilson Visualização integral - 1865 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Noctes ambrosianae John Wilson Visualização integral - 1856 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Noctes ambrosianae John Wilson Visualização integral - 1856 |
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Página 43 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Página 226 - They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleased: now glowed the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus that led The starry host rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
Página 239 - Towards the crescent moon, with grateful heart Called on the lovely wanderer who bestowed That timely light, to share his joyous sport ; And hence, a beaming goddess with her nymphs, Across the lawn and through the darksome grove (Not unaccompanied with tuneful notes By echo multiplied from rock or cave) Swept in the storm of chase, as moon and stars Glance rapidly along the clouded heaven, When winds are blowing strong.
Página 246 - The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave, IX 0 happy love! where love like this is found; O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare, "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale Beneath...
Página 356 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Página 264 - Doomed for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purged away.
Página 238 - In that fair clime, the lonely herdsman, stretched On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled Iiia indolent repose : And, in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds...
Página 296 - A stranger yet to pain ? I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Página 242 - Tower Menagerie," containing the natural history of the animals contained in that establishment, with anecdotes of their character and history Shepherd.
Página 333 - Lips, where all day A lover's kiss may play, Yet carry nothing thence away.