Temple Bar, Том 5Ward and Lock, 1862 |
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... Mother Drum a broad piece for each night's Supper , Bottle , and Bed . But when his pressing business was over , no man was keener in the chase , or brought down the quarry so skilfully as Captain Night . He loved to have me with him ...
... Mother Drum a broad piece for each night's Supper , Bottle , and Bed . But when his pressing business was over , no man was keener in the chase , or brought down the quarry so skilfully as Captain Night . He loved to have me with him ...
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... Mother Drum and her maid , the last furnished us by our good friends and Chapmen the Fishmongers about Lincoln's Inn . And during this same Dead Season , I am glad to say that my Master did not suffer me to remain idle ; but , besides ...
... Mother Drum and her maid , the last furnished us by our good friends and Chapmen the Fishmongers about Lincoln's Inn . And during this same Dead Season , I am glad to say that my Master did not suffer me to remain idle ; but , besides ...
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... Mother Drum had seldom cause to brew aught but the smallest beer for morning drinking ; for though we had to pay for our Wine and Ar- dent Drinks , the cellar of the Stag o ' Tyne was always handsomely fur- nished with barrels of strong ...
... Mother Drum had seldom cause to brew aught but the smallest beer for morning drinking ; for though we had to pay for our Wine and Ar- dent Drinks , the cellar of the Stag o ' Tyne was always handsomely fur- nished with barrels of strong ...
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... Mother ! " cries Captain Night , very pale ; but I never saw him look Bolder or Handsomer . " Rogue in your Tripes , you Hanover Rat ! " and he shortens his sword and rushes on the Soldier - officer . The Grenadier Captain was brave ...
... Mother ! " cries Captain Night , very pale ; but I never saw him look Bolder or Handsomer . " Rogue in your Tripes , you Hanover Rat ! " and he shortens his sword and rushes on the Soldier - officer . The Grenadier Captain was brave ...
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... mother , Milksop ! " and he catches his own sword by the hilt , hits his Enemy a blow on the right wrist enough to numb it for a month , twists his fingers in his cravat , flings him on one side , and right into the middle of a punch ...
... mother , Milksop ! " and he catches his own sword by the hilt , hits his Enemy a blow on the right wrist enough to numb it for a month , twists his fingers in his cravat , flings him on one side , and right into the middle of a punch ...
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Сторінка 58 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Сторінка 58 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Сторінка 66 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still, The better angel is a man right fair: The worser spirit a woman coloured ill. To win me soon to hell my female evil, Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil: Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Сторінка 61 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Сторінка 60 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Сторінка 98 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Сторінка 109 - O ! mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Сторінка 63 - Now all is done, save what shall have no end; Mine appetite I never more will grind On newer proof, to try an older friend, A god in love, to whom I am confined: Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.
Сторінка 63 - gainst my strong infection ; No bitterness that I will bitter think, Nor double penance, to correct correction. Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye Even that your pity is enough to cure me.
Сторінка 56 - Poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song : But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice ; in it and in my rhyme.