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Сторінка 32
... answer for thee , cried my uncle Toby ; and thou shalt drink the poor gen- tleman's health in a glass of sack thyself , and take a couple of bottles with my service , and tell him he is heartily welcome to them , and to a dozen more if ...
... answer for thee , cried my uncle Toby ; and thou shalt drink the poor gen- tleman's health in a glass of sack thyself , and take a couple of bottles with my service , and tell him he is heartily welcome to them , and to a dozen more if ...
Сторінка 34
... answered , and please your honour , that he had no servant with him ; that he had come to the inn with hired horses , which , upon finding himself unable to proceed ( to join , I suppose , the regiment ) he had dismissed the morning ...
... answered , and please your honour , that he had no servant with him ; that he had come to the inn with hired horses , which , upon finding himself unable to proceed ( to join , I suppose , the regiment ) he had dismissed the morning ...
Сторінка 35
... answer , for his heart was full , so he went upstairs with the toast . I warrant you , my dear , said I , as I opened the kitchen door , your father will be well again . Mr. Yorick's curate was smoking a pipe by the kitchen fire , but ...
... answer , for his heart was full , so he went upstairs with the toast . I warrant you , my dear , said I , as I opened the kitchen door , your father will be well again . Mr. Yorick's curate was smoking a pipe by the kitchen fire , but ...
Сторінка 40
... answer any one of the inquiries , went on and told him of the little plan which he had been concerting with the corporal the night before for him . You shall go home directly , Le Fevre , said my uncle Toby , to my house ; and we'll ...
... answer any one of the inquiries , went on and told him of the little plan which he had been concerting with the corporal the night before for him . You shall go home directly , Le Fevre , said my uncle Toby , to my house ; and we'll ...
Сторінка 55
... answer mere nature ; " and Cresseid , fallen from a prince's love , must extend her pale arms , pale with other whiteness than of beauty , supplicating lazar alms with bell and clap - dish . 66 The Lucian wits knew this very well ; and ...
... answer mere nature ; " and Cresseid , fallen from a prince's love , must extend her pale arms , pale with other whiteness than of beauty , supplicating lazar alms with bell and clap - dish . 66 The Lucian wits knew this very well ; and ...
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Сторінка 164 - Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Сторінка 214 - Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound.
Сторінка 53 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Сторінка 132 - Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son : / Aloft in awful state ,,,••. , The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Сторінка 163 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Сторінка 115 - 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. As I looked more attentively, I saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge, into the great tide that flowed underneath it ; and upon...
Сторінка 53 - Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold.
Сторінка 144 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Сторінка 73 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Сторінка 215 - The moment Wolf entered the house, his crest fell, his tail drooped to the ground or curled between his legs, he sneaked about with a gallows air, casting many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Winkle, and at the least flourish of a broomstick or ladle, he would fly to the door with yelping precipitation.