The Works of Douglas Jerrold, Edição 44,Volume 2Bradbury & Evans, 1863 |
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... hour , persuading a poor wench that ear - rings of very questionable metal were of the purest ore , pocket the girl's quarter's wages for the small commercial deceit , and then sigh for the promised innocence , the pure felicity of the ...
... hour , persuading a poor wench that ear - rings of very questionable metal were of the purest ore , pocket the girl's quarter's wages for the small commercial deceit , and then sigh for the promised innocence , the pure felicity of the ...
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... hour's repose . Still she worked ; her labour only intermitted by her frequent visits to the bed - side where lay her sick mother . I have seen the feet of the best opera - dancers ; heard them praised for their life , ay , for their ...
... hour's repose . Still she worked ; her labour only intermitted by her frequent visits to the bed - side where lay her sick mother . I have seen the feet of the best opera - dancers ; heard them praised for their life , ay , for their ...
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... hours ! -Patty sa and worked beside her coffined mother . " Now , child - do come down stairs - do , now : you'll be ... hour I shall have finished my work ; I shall soon be back . " " And you'll sleep here alone in this room to - night ...
... hours ! -Patty sa and worked beside her coffined mother . " Now , child - do come down stairs - do , now : you'll be ... hour I shall have finished my work ; I shall soon be back . " " And you'll sleep here alone in this room to - night ...
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... hour of darkness , made bright by spiritual dreams ; and then , calm and sustained , she prepared to venture in the roaring street . Unseen , unknown , are the divinities that - descending from garrets - tread the loud , foul , sordid ...
... hour of darkness , made bright by spiritual dreams ; and then , calm and sustained , she prepared to venture in the roaring street . Unseen , unknown , are the divinities that - descending from garrets - tread the loud , foul , sordid ...
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... hours since she deemed a fitting , necessary grace , was lost , destroyed in the intensity of mental suffering . Contrasting her past aspect with her present , she seemed a thing of vulgar vice , elevated and purified by agony ; the ...
... hours since she deemed a fitting , necessary grace , was lost , destroyed in the intensity of mental suffering . Contrasting her past aspect with her present , she seemed a thing of vulgar vice , elevated and purified by agony ; the ...
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Aconite answered asked beautiful Becky bless Bridleton Brown Butcherly Capuchin cardmaker Chevalier child Countess cousin Cramp creature Creeply cried Belleville Crumpet Curlwell dear death door Dunbrown exclaimed eyes face Fanny Davis Father George fellow felt filly Flamingo Gaptooth Gauntwolf gazed gentleman girl hand happy head heard heart highwayman Hole-cum-Corner honour hope husband Hyacinth Inglewood Jack Jack Robinson Jack Simmons Jacques Tenebræ Jeremy Jones Jonquille la Jonquille lady laugh Lintley lips Loire look lordship ma'am Madame Spanneu Mandril Marquis master Mayor miserable Monsieur Spanneu Mutton Narcisse never night Noggin Patty Peppercorn Perditus Piebald Pigeon poor Pups replied Robinson Rupert seemed sighed smile soul spoke stood stranger sure sweet tell there's thing thou thought Tobias Traply truth turned Tyburn visitor voice watch what's whilst widow wife woman words wretch young
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Página 401 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Página 35 - We give thee hearty thanks, for that it hath pleased thee to deliver this our brother out of the miseries of this sinful world...
Página 60 - Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow.
Página 60 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Página 60 - Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke ; but farewell compliment ! Dost love me ? I know, thou wilt say — Ay ; And I will take thy word : yet, if thou swear'st Thou mayst prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Página 544 - Has he been made by poverty a moving image — a plough-grinding, corn-thrashing instrument ? Have not unutterable thoughts sometimes stirred within his brain — thoughts that elevated yet confused him with a sense of eternal beauty,— coming upon him like the spiritual presences to the shepherds? Has he not been beset by the inward and mysterious yearning of the heart towards the unknown and the unseen ? He has been a ploughman. In the eye of the well-to-do, dignified with the accomplishments...
Página 324 - ... determined to seek his own fireside ; but the gander having disturbed the current of his thoughts, sent him— and here a metaphysician might tell us the why and the wherefore — to the public-house. The " Red Mug," be it known, was the principal hostelry of Hole-cum-Corner.
Página 543 - I,et the plain truth be said— the governor was a cobbler. Within a stone's cast of the workhouse was a little white gate, swung between two hedgebanks in the road to Chertsey. Here, pass when you would, stood an old man, whose self-imposed office it was to open the gate ; for the which service the passenger would drop some small benevolence in the withered hand of the aged peasant. This man was a pauper — one of the almsmen of the village workhouse. There was a...
Página 400 - Joseph," said the father, with something like tears in his eyes, " Joseph, Heaven knows how soon I may be taken from you, and therefore I cannot too frequently check your preposterous extravagance. Truth, Joseph, truth is like gold ; a really wise man makes a little of it go a great way." To our mind, nothing can be finer, nothing more profound than this axiom. Truth is like gold ; for how often does a reckless use of it bring its utterer to beggary ! Let the fate of our hero be taken as an example....
Página 510 - But, madam, — surely you have something more to say respecting the conduct of Mr. Pigeon ? " asked his spouse. " My love," replied the elderly lady, " I might say a great deal ; but when you have lived in the world as long as I have, you will know what a thankless task it is to convince people of their unhappiness. Now, my dear, it is enough that you and I know the wickedness of th