The London Mercury, Volume 16Field Press Limited, 1927 - English literature |
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... Called him a Jingo- HIM , by Jingo ! - Called a Jingo by a damn young Dago ! Mary flirting with a dirty Dago- What could you do with a wife like that ? " BEEF , I said - and much less fat . No , I WONT touch prunes and sago . " ( Nobody ...
... Called him a Jingo- HIM , by Jingo ! - Called a Jingo by a damn young Dago ! Mary flirting with a dirty Dago- What could you do with a wife like that ? " BEEF , I said - and much less fat . No , I WONT touch prunes and sago . " ( Nobody ...
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... called Cæsar's Bed- Nor love , nor grief , Nor anger , nor heart - ache Touches him now : Asleep , asleep ; Taken to the moon's bosom When ? How ? A. F. G. AYLING THE LADIES OF LLANGOLLEN By JOHN GORE [ Lord Tankerville 18 THE LONDON ...
... called Cæsar's Bed- Nor love , nor grief , Nor anger , nor heart - ache Touches him now : Asleep , asleep ; Taken to the moon's bosom When ? How ? A. F. G. AYLING THE LADIES OF LLANGOLLEN By JOHN GORE [ Lord Tankerville 18 THE LONDON ...
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... called them ; and his modesty , like everything else about him ( except , as I thought , his talent ) was perfectly genuine . He was the most unpre- tentious of dear little men . At the Savage Club and the Authors ' , at the Playgoers ...
... called them ; and his modesty , like everything else about him ( except , as I thought , his talent ) was perfectly genuine . He was the most unpre- tentious of dear little men . At the Savage Club and the Authors ' , at the Playgoers ...
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... called ? ) I , feeling tired , sat down on one of those green chairs , facing eastward . Presently a small " brougham drew up at the break in the railings just opposite me to , and out of it stepped a tall young woman of extreme beauty ...
... called ? ) I , feeling tired , sat down on one of those green chairs , facing eastward . Presently a small " brougham drew up at the break in the railings just opposite me to , and out of it stepped a tall young woman of extreme beauty ...
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... called on him again from time to time . He was a lonely man . And that one visit that you did pay him , all those years ago , at Penge , " " " I ? What years ago ? What visit ? " Oh , well , your life has been a very full one , of ...
... called on him again from time to time . He was a lonely man . And that one visit that you did pay him , all those years ago , at Penge , " " " I ? What years ago ? What visit ? " Oh , well , your life has been a very full one , of ...
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Page 167 - There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. No rays from the holy Heaven come down On the long night-time of that town...
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