The Table Book, Том 1W. Hone, 1827 |
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... never been written on . Some of the edges being a little worn , show that the middle of the leaf consists of paper ; the composition is laid on with great nicety . A silver style was used , which is sheathed in one of the covers , and ...
... never been written on . Some of the edges being a little worn , show that the middle of the leaf consists of paper ; the composition is laid on with great nicety . A silver style was used , which is sheathed in one of the covers , and ...
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... never thought of asking , and do not know . He was probably a native of Devonshire , for there he spent the last years of his life ; spent them , too , in some sort of consideration , for Mr. T. ( a very respectable surgeon of Ashburton ) ...
... never thought of asking , and do not know . He was probably a native of Devonshire , for there he spent the last years of his life ; spent them , too , in some sort of consideration , for Mr. T. ( a very respectable surgeon of Ashburton ) ...
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... never greatly loved him ; I had not grown up with him ; and he was too prone to repulse my little advances to familiarity , with coldness , or anger . He had certainly some reason to be displeased with me , for I learned little at ...
... never greatly loved him ; I had not grown up with him ; and he was too prone to repulse my little advances to familiarity , with coldness , or anger . He had certainly some reason to be displeased with me , for I learned little at ...
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... never without commiserating my change of con- dition . This tale , often repeated , awakened at length the pity of their auditors , and , as the next step , their resentment against the man who had reduced me to such a state of ...
... never without commiserating my change of con- dition . This tale , often repeated , awakened at length the pity of their auditors , and , as the next step , their resentment against the man who had reduced me to such a state of ...
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... never have been realized , I was found in the twentieth year of my age by Mr. William Cookesley , a name never to be pronounced by me without veneration . The lamentable dog- gerel which I have already mentioned , and which had passed ...
... never have been realized , I was found in the twentieth year of my age by Mr. William Cookesley , a name never to be pronounced by me without veneration . The lamentable dog- gerel which I have already mentioned , and which had passed ...
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Сторінка 227 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest, Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride, While in his...
Сторінка 805 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Сторінка 227 - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
Сторінка 61 - At his own wonders, wondering for his bread. *Tis pleasant through the loop-holes of retreat To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Сторінка 805 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Сторінка 793 - And every want to luxury allied, And every pang that folly pays to pride. Those gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom, Those calm desires that...
Сторінка 61 - tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright ;— He comes, the herald of a noisy world, With spattered boots, strapped waist, and frozen locks ; News from all nations lumbering at his back.
Сторінка 521 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-ty'd curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter...
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Сторінка 61 - This folio of four pages, happy work ! Which not even critics criticise, that holds Inquisitive attention while I read Fast bound in chains of silence, which the fair, Though eloquent themselves, yet fear to break, What is it but a map of busy life, Its fluctuations and its vast concerns?