The Parlour Portfolio, Or, Post-chaise Companion: Being a Selection of the Most Amusing and Interesting Articles and Anecdotes that Have Appeared in the Magazines, Newspapers, and Other Daily and Periodical Journals, from the Year 1700, to the Present Time, Volume 1Matthew Iley, and sold, 1820 |
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... behind , and thus takes a journey even to Taren- tum . With submission to the politeness of his taste in other things , I think a servant with a VOL . I. D cloak - bag a much more eligible way of travelling OR , POST - CHAISE COMPANION .
... behind , and thus takes a journey even to Taren- tum . With submission to the politeness of his taste in other things , I think a servant with a VOL . I. D cloak - bag a much more eligible way of travelling OR , POST - CHAISE COMPANION .
Página 63
... taste nor smell . Some ill - timed pleasantry was played off a few days ago , on a respectable Law Officer and his wife , who made a summer excursion to Brighton . An invitation couched in due form , and bearing all the marks of ...
... taste nor smell . Some ill - timed pleasantry was played off a few days ago , on a respectable Law Officer and his wife , who made a summer excursion to Brighton . An invitation couched in due form , and bearing all the marks of ...
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... friends with a little plaintive song , which he sung with such ex- quisite taste and pathos , as drew tears from one of the ladies present . 1 America . - The Boston Humane Society lately celebrated OR , POST - CHAISE COMPANION . 75.
... friends with a little plaintive song , which he sung with such ex- quisite taste and pathos , as drew tears from one of the ladies present . 1 America . - The Boston Humane Society lately celebrated OR , POST - CHAISE COMPANION . 75.
Página 79
... taste , however repugnant to my conscience , I raised myself , by hasty strides , from obscurity to splendour . By never framing the slightest ob- jections to the commands of my despotic supe- riors , by always receiving them with ...
... taste , however repugnant to my conscience , I raised myself , by hasty strides , from obscurity to splendour . By never framing the slightest ob- jections to the commands of my despotic supe- riors , by always receiving them with ...
Página 81
... taste , when unhappily the delicious flavour of it so inflamed his appetite , that he could not re- sist the temptation of making a repast on human blood . It therefore behoves all persons who have any thing to do with these animals ...
... taste , when unhappily the delicious flavour of it so inflamed his appetite , that he could not re- sist the temptation of making a repast on human blood . It therefore behoves all persons who have any thing to do with these animals ...
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Æsop Anecdote animal appeared arms attended beauty blest body Britons Brython camphire church Coutts and Co dead dear death Dovedale dreadful dress Duke Duke of Braganza England Epigram eyes Farinelli father favour fear feast feet fell fire fortune friends gave gentleman Ginetes give grace grave hand happy head hear heard heart holy honour hope horse hour husband John John punched Keswick King lady late live London London Evening Post Lord lov'd maid manner marriage married ment mind morning neighbours never night o'er occasion peace person Philip Dunn poor portunity pounds present received round scene sent servant shew sigh soon soul spirit sweet taste tears thee thing thou thought tion tomb Tomb Stone Toulon town traveller Twas whilst wife woman young
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Página 308 - Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin— who but he ; His fame soon spread around — He carries weight, he rides a race, 'Tis for a thousand pound.
Página 308 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Página 304 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Página 305 - So three doors off the chaise was stayed, where they did all get in; Six precious souls, and all agog to dash through thick and thin.
Página 410 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth, Still must mine, though bleeding, beat ; And the undying thought which paineth Is — that we no more may meet.
Página 311 - Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
Página 306 - John he cried, But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Página 312 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Página 231 - was a yeoman, and had no lands of his own ; only he had a farm of three or four pounds by the year at the uttermost, and hereupon he tilled so much as kept half a dozen men. He had walk for a hundred sheep, and my mother milked thirty kine...
Página 159 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...