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... ? II . Can a Fly read in a book ? 66 " Yes , " answers a Punster ; " all the fly - leaf . " But the question is intended seriously . Can the insect read - read like a child that runs - E 2 QUERIES IN NATURAL HISTORY . 51.
... ? II . Can a Fly read in a book ? 66 " Yes , " answers a Punster ; " all the fly - leaf . " But the question is intended seriously . Can the insect read - read like a child that runs - E 2 QUERIES IN NATURAL HISTORY . 51.
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... question in question can be provided with a settler . I happened to be reading one day near the open window , when a Fly came and settled on the open page ; it then began to run backward and forward along the lines in such a very ...
... question in question can be provided with a settler . I happened to be reading one day near the open window , when a Fly came and settled on the open page ; it then began to run backward and forward along the lines in such a very ...
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... questions always asked on such occasions , against one of which , " Is she clean and neat in her habits ? " Mrs. Dowdum had already provided . " Is she sober ? " and Mrs. Dowdum thrust a bottle of catsup , but which might have been ...
... questions always asked on such occasions , against one of which , " Is she clean and neat in her habits ? " Mrs. Dowdum had already provided . " Is she sober ? " and Mrs. Dowdum thrust a bottle of catsup , but which might have been ...
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... question in such a house ; but she is clean in her habits of course ? " " Of course , as you say , Ma'am ; else she wouldn't have stayed so long here : " and Mrs. Dowdum looked round her tidy apartments with great complacency . " So far ...
... question in such a house ; but she is clean in her habits of course ? " " Of course , as you say , Ma'am ; else she wouldn't have stayed so long here : " and Mrs. Dowdum looked round her tidy apartments with great complacency . " So far ...
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... question of all . IS - SHE - HONEST ? " " As the day , Maʼam - you might trust her with untold goold ! " " Excuse me , Madam , but have you ever trusted her with it yourself ? " " Lord , Ma'am , scores and scores of times ! She used to ...
... question of all . IS - SHE - HONEST ? " " As the day , Maʼam - you might trust her with untold goold ! " " Excuse me , Madam , but have you ever trusted her with it yourself ? " " Lord , Ma'am , scores and scores of times ! She used to ...
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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