The Shotover Papers, Or, Echoes from Oxford, Том 1J. Vincent, 1875 - 208 стор. |
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... original twelve ? " " No , " said the guide , “ that one was erected subsequently : it was found that the debates in Convocation were so dull , owing to the stolidity of the members elected under the old principle , that this grinning ...
... original twelve ? " " No , " said the guide , “ that one was erected subsequently : it was found that the debates in Convocation were so dull , owing to the stolidity of the members elected under the old principle , that this grinning ...
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... original cost . Now in none of these points does the noble possessor of an Oxford emporium resemble his carnal minded brother . In the first place , he but seldom truckles to the outer world by buying his goods at all , but , especially ...
... original cost . Now in none of these points does the noble possessor of an Oxford emporium resemble his carnal minded brother . In the first place , he but seldom truckles to the outer world by buying his goods at all , but , especially ...
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... original , and there were three minutes to be original in . I hit on it . I went to a compartment and assuming the bland air of an official said , " Where are you gentlemen bound for ? " Guess we're a fetching for Bunkumville . " " When ...
... original , and there were three minutes to be original in . I hit on it . I went to a compartment and assuming the bland air of an official said , " Where are you gentlemen bound for ? " Guess we're a fetching for Bunkumville . " " When ...
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... original ' poetry , beginning thus : ' Oh where , and oh where is my leetle wee dog ? ' He will give him his opinion of him in exchange . W.F.J. - I want some recruits : will give them plenty to do . The last of the Red Indians wants to ...
... original ' poetry , beginning thus : ' Oh where , and oh where is my leetle wee dog ? ' He will give him his opinion of him in exchange . W.F.J. - I want some recruits : will give them plenty to do . The last of the Red Indians wants to ...
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ANONYMOUS JOURNALISM . Now it does not appear that in the original language it was usually spelt with a capital initial letter , and herein arises doubt of its true meaning , for who is there but doth know how vast an ampli- tude of ...
ANONYMOUS JOURNALISM . Now it does not appear that in the original language it was usually spelt with a capital initial letter , and herein arises doubt of its true meaning , for who is there but doth know how vast an ampli- tude of ...
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Сторінка 140 - I observed some with scimitars in their hands, and others with urinals, who ran to and fro upon the bridge, thrusting several persons on trap-doors which did not seem to lie in their way, and which they might have escaped had they not been thus forced upon them. ' The genius seeing me indulge myself on this melancholy prospect, told me I had dwelt long enough upon it. Take thine eyes off the bridge, said he, and tell me if thou yet seest any thing thou dost not comprehend. Upon looking up, What mean...
Сторінка 141 - I gazed with inexpressible pleasure on these happy islands. At length said I, ' Show me now, I beseech thee, the secrets that lie hid under those dark clouds which cover the ocean on the other side of the rock of adamant.' The genius making me no answer, I turned about to address myself to him a second time, but I found that he had left me; I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating, but instead of the rolling tide, the arched bridge, and the happy islands, I saw nothing...
Сторінка 140 - But tell me, further, said he, what thou discoverest on it. I see multitudes of people passing over it, said I, and a black cloud hanging on each end of it.
Сторінка 140 - Some were looking up towards the heavens in a thoughtful posture, and in the midst of a speculation stumbled and fell out of sight. Multitudes were very busy in the pursuit of bubbles that glittered in their eyes and danced before them, but often when they thought themselves within the reach of them their footing failed and down they sunk.
Сторінка 141 - I wished for the wings of an eagle, that I might fly away to those happy seats \ but the Genius told me there was no passage to them, except through the gates of death that I saw opening every moment upon the bridge. The islands...
Сторінка 140 - Take thine eyes off the bridge, said he, and tell me if thou yet seest anything thou dost not comprehend. Upon looking up, What mean, said I, those great flights of birds that are perpetually hovering about the bridge, and settling upon it from time to time? I see vultures, harpies, ravens, cormorants, and among many other feathered creatures several little winged boys, that perch in great numbers upon the middle arches.
Сторінка 139 - As I looked upon him he applied it to his lips, and began to play upon it. The sound of it was exceeding sweet, and wrought into a variety of tunes that were inexpressibly melodious...
Сторінка 140 - There were indeed some persons, but their number was very small, that continued a kind of hobbling march on the broken arches, but fell through one after another, being quite tired and spent with so long a walk.
Сторінка 141 - Look no more, said he, on man in the first stage of his existence, in his setting out for eternity ; but cast thine eye on that thick mist into which the tide bears the several generations of mortals that fall into it.
Сторінка 141 - The genius, being moved with compassion towards me, bid me quit so uncomfortable a prospect. Look no more, said he, on man in the first stage of his existence, in his setting out for eternity ; but cast thine eye on that thick...