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... come again . ' It is , perhaps , too late when we are in the very vortex of an earth- quake , to inquire by what false step we have arrived at such a precipice ; but I cannot help thinking that the strong arm of the law , if called in ...
... come again . ' It is , perhaps , too late when we are in the very vortex of an earth- quake , to inquire by what false step we have arrived at such a precipice ; but I cannot help thinking that the strong arm of the law , if called in ...
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... come right . As a sample of these provincial rumours , it is currently believed here that we are threatened with a descent by a Russian Armada , which has already seized upon our whalers , with all their oil and blubber , to serve as ...
... come right . As a sample of these provincial rumours , it is currently believed here that we are threatened with a descent by a Russian Armada , which has already seized upon our whalers , with all their oil and blubber , to serve as ...
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... come for a decisive movement . The time was It would be all verry well if so be the Queen's head were left to itself . But there was another Party behind as cared for any- thing but the good of the Public . More chears . As for Old ...
... come for a decisive movement . The time was It would be all verry well if so be the Queen's head were left to itself . But there was another Party behind as cared for any- thing but the good of the Public . More chears . As for Old ...
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... come to a resolu- tion of " leaving off the ' Queen's Head . " For the night work , and the armed meetings , the game- keepers in the neighbourhood could probably find a solution , and furnish , moreover , a very satisfactory reason for ...
... come to a resolu- tion of " leaving off the ' Queen's Head . " For the night work , and the armed meetings , the game- keepers in the neighbourhood could probably find a solution , and furnish , moreover , a very satisfactory reason for ...
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... COME , all conflagrating fellows , Let us have a glorious rig : Sing old Rose , and burn the bellows ! Burn me , but I'll burn my wig ! Christmas time is all before us : Burn all puddings , north and south . Burn the Turkey - Burn the ...
... COME , all conflagrating fellows , Let us have a glorious rig : Sing old Rose , and burn the bellows ! Burn me , but I'll burn my wig ! Christmas time is all before us : Burn all puddings , north and south . Burn the Turkey - Burn the ...
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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 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 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 94 - ... rug. Last night I had a curious dream, Miss Susan Bates...
Page 84 - Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square.
Page 35 - His breath like caller air ; His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair. And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like