Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 2J. M Lewer, 1838 |
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... replied Oliver , pointing out the course the men had taken . " I missed them all in an instant . " " Then they are in the ditch ! " said Harry . " Follow , and keep as near me as you can . " So saying he sprang over the hedge , and ...
... replied Oliver , pointing out the course the men had taken . " I missed them all in an instant . " " Then they are in the ditch ! " said Harry . " Follow , and keep as near me as you can . " So saying he sprang over the hedge , and ...
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... replied Rose , colouring deeply . " Then you return my love ? " said Harry . " Say but that , Rose ; say but that , and soften the bitterness of this hard disappoint- ment . " " If I could have done so without doing heavy wrong to him I ...
... replied Rose , colouring deeply . " Then you return my love ? " said Harry . " Say but that , Rose ; say but that , and soften the bitterness of this hard disappoint- ment . " " If I could have done so without doing heavy wrong to him I ...
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... replied Mr. Losberne ; " though I confess I don't think I shall . But yesterday morning you had made up your mind in a great hurry to stay here , and accompany your mother , like a dutiful son , to the sea - side ; before noon you an ...
... replied Mr. Losberne ; " though I confess I don't think I shall . But yesterday morning you had made up your mind in a great hurry to stay here , and accompany your mother , like a dutiful son , to the sea - side ; before noon you an ...
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... replied Oliver . " I shall not be at home again , perhaps for some time ; I wish you would write to me - say once a fortnight , every alternate Monday , to the General Post Office in London : will you ? " said Mr. Maylie . " Oh ...
... replied Oliver . " I shall not be at home again , perhaps for some time ; I wish you would write to me - say once a fortnight , every alternate Monday , to the General Post Office in London : will you ? " said Mr. Maylie . " Oh ...
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... replied Mr. Bumble , shading his eyes with his hand , and surveying the stranger from head to foot in evident perplexity , " is not more averse to turning an honest penny when he can than a single one . Porochial officers are not so ...
... replied Mr. Bumble , shading his eyes with his hand , and surveying the stranger from head to foot in evident perplexity , " is not more averse to turning an honest penny when he can than a single one . Porochial officers are not so ...
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Página 248 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd 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. For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep...
Página 592 - Adam Drummond, of amiable memory, who was gifted by nature with the most sonorous, and at the same time, the most contagious laugh that ever echoed from the human lungs. The neighing of the horse of the son of Hystaspes was a whisper to it ; the whole thunder of the theatre could not drown it.
Página 249 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Página 205 - Twas there you'd see the New Polishemen Making a skrimmage at half after four, And the Lords and Ladies, and the Miss O'Gradys, All standing round before the Abbey door.
Página 252 - The exercise which I commend first is the exact use of their weapon, to guard; and to strike safely with edge or point. This will- keep them healthy, nimble, strong, and well in breath; is also the likeliest means to make them grow large and tall, and to inspire them with a gallant and fearless courage...
Página 412 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Página 248 - AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, W. SHAKESPEARE. WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid?
Página 248 - HERE lies old Hobson. Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt; Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown.
Página 509 - Now the Squire lifts his hand With an air of command. And gives them a sign, which they all understand, To bring in the culprit; and straightway the carter And huntsman drag in that unfortunate martyr, Still kicking, and crying, 'Come, — what are you alter?
Página 592 - In the mean time, my friend followed signals with a rattle so irresistibly comic that, when he had repeated it several times, the attention of the spectators was so engrossed by his person and performances, that the progress of the play seemed likely to become a secondary object, and I found it prudent to insinuate to him that he might halt his music without any prejudice to- the author ; but alas ! it was now too late to rein him in ; he had laughed upon my signal where he found no joke, and now,...