The writings of Douglas Jerrold. Collected ed, Том 5 |
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... poor porcupine , a porcupine of average merits , or in all things a most exemplary porcupine ? " But , " it may be retorted , " what is a porcupine , at the very best ? Whereas a lambkin " . The cause of preference is at once foreseen ...
... poor porcupine , a porcupine of average merits , or in all things a most exemplary porcupine ? " But , " it may be retorted , " what is a porcupine , at the very best ? Whereas a lambkin " . The cause of preference is at once foreseen ...
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... Poor Relation 128 XXII . The Answer 130 XXIII . From a Widower to a Widow , with an Offer of Marriage . 132 XXIV . The Widow's Answer 134 XXV . From a Clergyman to a Churchwarden , eccentric in his Accounts 136 XXVI . The Churchwarden's ...
... Poor Relation 128 XXII . The Answer 130 XXIII . From a Widower to a Widow , with an Offer of Marriage . 132 XXIV . The Widow's Answer 134 XXV . From a Clergyman to a Churchwarden , eccentric in his Accounts 136 XXVI . The Churchwarden's ...
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... poor pearl - diver the barren satisfaction of pinching the pig's tail , to assure the beast , as well and as reasonably as a beast can be assured of anything , that he has swallowed the jewel - that he has the worth of I know not how ...
... poor pearl - diver the barren satisfaction of pinching the pig's tail , to assure the beast , as well and as reasonably as a beast can be assured of anything , that he has swallowed the jewel - that he has the worth of I know not how ...
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... poor girls ! there are people who swear you have treated ' em worse than Mrs. Brownrigg used her appprentices - had I felt your patronage , how often had I been banco rotto ; how often had I played - understand me , not paid - a ...
... poor girls ! there are people who swear you have treated ' em worse than Mrs. Brownrigg used her appprentices - had I felt your patronage , how often had I been banco rotto ; how often had I played - understand me , not paid - a ...
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... poor , paltry creature , buying her miserable penn'orths at miserable chandlers ' . Now Vice , Weakness , and Co. , are large , burly traders , and " come smug upon the mart . " Therefore , make yourself master of their tempers - find ...
... poor , paltry creature , buying her miserable penn'orths at miserable chandlers ' . Now Vice , Weakness , and Co. , are large , burly traders , and " come smug upon the mart . " Therefore , make yourself master of their tempers - find ...
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Страница 39 - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Страница 232 - Behold, thou hast driven me out this day from the face of the earth; and from thy face shall I be hid...
Страница 218 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Страница 76 - ... burial they might send a painter to his vault, and if they saw cause for it, draw the image of his death unto the life: they did so, and found his face half eaten, and his midriff and backbone full of serpents; and so he stands pictured among his armed ancestors.
Страница 203 - But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing nativities and deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting ceremonies of bravery in the infamy of his nature.
Страница 292 - Receive them free, and sell them by the weight, Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts, Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds, Beauteous rubies, sparkling diamonds...
Страница 264 - My lot might have been that of a slave, a savage, or a peasant ; nor can I reflect without pleasure on the bounty of Nature, which cast my birth in a free and civilized country, in an age of science and philosophy, in a family of honourable rank, and decently endowed with the gifts of fortune.
Страница 50 - Virtue and learning, like gold, have their intrinsic value : but if they are not polished, they certainly lose a great deal of their lustre ; and even polished brass will pass upon more people than rough gold.
Страница 251 - ... a serf out upon a holiday, — a slave to be reclaimed at any instant by his owner, the creditor ? My son, if poor, see wine in the running spring ; let thy mouth water at a last week's roll; think a threadbare coat the ' only wear'; and acknowledge a whitewashed garret the fittest housing place for a gentleman : do this, and flee debt. So shall thy heart be at peace and the sheriff be confounded.
Страница 259 - I not eulogised as the first poet who, seeking into the hidden recesses of resemblances, had likened a " virgin " to an ungathered flower 1 " Was I not smeared from the crown of my head to the sole of my foot...