ReadingsBaker, 1888 - 197 pages |
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... dress . A fortnight before one of the fel- lows had discovered from the cartoons of Du Maurier in Punch that the men in London were wearing a single shirt - stud in the evening , and of course all of us were George Riddle's Readings . 39.
... dress . A fortnight before one of the fel- lows had discovered from the cartoons of Du Maurier in Punch that the men in London were wearing a single shirt - stud in the evening , and of course all of us were George Riddle's Readings . 39.
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... dress for a ball , when in such a barbarous country as America ? I wonder that he did n't wear a shooting - jacket ! Mr. H. Oh , Englishmen are getting to be quite tolerant of this country , really . And they feel quite at home in New ...
... dress for a ball , when in such a barbarous country as America ? I wonder that he did n't wear a shooting - jacket ! Mr. H. Oh , Englishmen are getting to be quite tolerant of this country , really . And they feel quite at home in New ...
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... No gentleman likes notoriety ; of course one likes to dress properly and quietly , but one does not like to be noticed or to be held up to ridicule . Miss R. I am sure you must find life a George Riddle's Readings . 43.
... No gentleman likes notoriety ; of course one likes to dress properly and quietly , but one does not like to be noticed or to be held up to ridicule . Miss R. I am sure you must find life a George Riddle's Readings . 43.
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... dress well and to enjoy the same sports which gentlemen in other countries enjoy ? But I am making a speech . I hate a fellow who makes speeches , don't you , Miss Rogers ? Miss R. Not if he makes pretty ones . Yes , some fellows do ...
... dress well and to enjoy the same sports which gentlemen in other countries enjoy ? But I am making a speech . I hate a fellow who makes speeches , don't you , Miss Rogers ? Miss R. Not if he makes pretty ones . Yes , some fellows do ...
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... dress so well that my heart melted at the very sight of you . Mr. H. ( in great alarm ) . When does the steamer sail ? Miss R. You have just fifteen minutes ; you really must hurry if you wish to pack . Good by , dear ; oh ! if you can ...
... dress so well that my heart melted at the very sight of you . Mr. H. ( in great alarm ) . When does the steamer sail ? Miss R. You have just fifteen minutes ; you really must hurry if you wish to pack . Good by , dear ; oh ! if you can ...
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Page 176 - The cataract strong Then plunges along, Striking and raging As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among; Rising and leaping, Sinking and creeping, Swelling and sweeping, Showering and springing, Flying and flinging, Writhing and wringing, Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting Around and around With endless rebound: Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
Page 184 - Striking the hospital wall, crashing thro' it, their shot and their shell, Death — for their spies were among us, their marksmen were told of our best, So that the brute bullet broke thro* the brain that could think for the rest ; Bullets would sing by our foreheads, and bullets would rain at our feet — Fire from ten thousand at once of the rebels that girdled us round — Death at the glimpse of a finger from over the breadth of a street, Death from the heights of the mosque and the palace,...
Page 152 - They drave the wickets in: Pleasantly shone the setting sun Over the town of Lynn. Like sportive deer they coursed about, And shouted as they ran, Turning to mirth all things of earth, As only boyhood can; But the Usher sat remote from all, A melancholy man! His hat was off, his vest apart, To catch heaven's blessed breeze; For a burning thought was in his brow, And his bosom ill at ease: So he leaned his head on his hands, and read The book between his knees.
Page 181 - There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain ; But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again.
Page 153 - Then leaping on his feet upright, Some moody turns he took, — Now up the mead, then down the mead, And past a shady nook, — And, lo! he saw a little boy That pored upon a book.
Page 185 - Handful of men as we were, we were English in heart and in limb, Strong with the strength of the race to command, to obey, to endure...
Page 175 - My little boy asked me Thus, once on a time; And moreover he tasked me To tell him in rhyme. Anon at the word, There first came one daughter, And then came another, To second and third The request of their brother, And to hear how the water Comes down at Lodore, With its rush and its roar, As many a time They had seen it before. So I told them in rhyme, For of rhymes I had store; And...
Page 155 - And now, from forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice, — the awful voice Of the blood-avenging sprite: 'Thou guilty man! take up thy dead, And hide it from my sight...
Page 156 - ... But Guilt was my grim chamberlain, That lighted me to bed, And drew my midnight curtains round With fingers bloody red ! " All night I lay in agony, In anguish dark and deep ; My...
Page 159 - OLD Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone: But when she got there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.