The Comic annual. By T. Hood1839 |
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Page v
... wanted carrying , the labourers , one and all , master and man , were suddenly disabled by the same com- plaint , and confined to the same bed . Marry , it was a shrewd attack too ! But that is over and gone , as the broken - ribbed man ...
... wanted carrying , the labourers , one and all , master and man , were suddenly disabled by the same com- plaint , and confined to the same bed . Marry , it was a shrewd attack too ! But that is over and gone , as the broken - ribbed man ...
Page 9
... wanted reforming . There was no fair representation ; for whatever other pumps there might be , there was no member for Aldgate . He differed with Mr. Hume . The total of the whole ought to be tea : it agreed with the chest . If they ...
... wanted reforming . There was no fair representation ; for whatever other pumps there might be , there was no member for Aldgate . He differed with Mr. Hume . The total of the whole ought to be tea : it agreed with the chest . If they ...
Page 10
... wanted to bring down the quartern loaf ; and , as every sportsman knew , the way to bring down anything was to shoot at it . Give a man a gun ; and if he aimed straight , the game was in his own hands . He advised every poor man to save ...
... wanted to bring down the quartern loaf ; and , as every sportsman knew , the way to bring down anything was to shoot at it . Give a man a gun ; and if he aimed straight , the game was in his own hands . He advised every poor man to save ...
Page 12
... wanted to associate . He did not care what with . He was for the immediate formation of a Political Burial Society . If they liked they could have a Precursor Society afterwards . A Mrs. Frisby here presented herself ( there were ...
... wanted to associate . He did not care what with . He was for the immediate formation of a Political Burial Society . If they liked they could have a Precursor Society afterwards . A Mrs. Frisby here presented herself ( there were ...
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... wanted more milder pro- ceeding . But it was no go . Radicle Jack spoke up like a Trump . He said noboddy was satisfide with the Mesures brought in . They had been put of with prommises long enow the last Bill was shameful and ought to ...
... wanted more milder pro- ceeding . But it was no go . Radicle Jack spoke up like a Trump . He said noboddy was satisfide with the Mesures brought in . They had been put of with prommises long enow the last Bill was shameful and ought to ...
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Popular passages
Page ix - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Page vii - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Page viii - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page ix - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page viii - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page viii - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Page 77 - WHY should I deprive my neighbour Of his goods against his will ? Hands were made for honest labour, Not to plunder, or to steal. 'Tis a foolish self-deceiving By such tricks to hope for gain: All that's ever got by thieving Turns to sorrow, shame, and pain. Have not Eve and Adam taught us Their sad profit to compute, To what dismal state they brought us When they...
Page vii - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 172 - ... from a place so high, The year lies open to his eye; And all the moments open are To the exact discoverer. Yet more and more he smiles upon The happy revolution. Why should we then suspect or fear The influences of a year, So smiles upon us the first morn, And speaks us good so soon as born? Plague on't! the last was ill enough, This cannot but make better proof...
Page 95 - As fast as grinning boys could flog — What d'ye think of that, my Cat ? What d'ye think of that, my Dog...