 | George Farquhar - 1742 - 380 страници
...Matrimony! He tofTes up the Clothes with a barbarous fwing over his Shoulders, diforders the whole Oeconomy of my Bed, leaves me half naked, •*and my whole Night's Comfort is the tuneable Serenade cf that wakeful Nightingale, his Nofe O the Plcafure of counting (he melancholy Clock... | |
 | George Farquhar - 1752 - 102 страници
...!— He tofles up the Cloaths with a barbarous Swing over his Shoulders, diforders the whole Oeconomy of my Bed, leaves me half naked, and my whole Night's Comfort is the tunable Serenade of that wakeful Nightingale, his Nofe O the Pleafure of counting the melancholy Clock... | |
 | George Farquhar - 1772 - 382 страници
...!- He tofies up the Clothes with a barbarous fwing over his Shoulders, diforders the whole Oeconomy of my Bed, leaves me half naked, and my whole Night's Comfort is the tuneable Serenade of that wakeful Nightingale, his Nofe O the Pleafure of counting the melancholy Clock... | |
 | 1787 - 530 страници
...! He tofles up the clothes with a barbarous fwing over his fboulders, diforders the whole oeconomy of my bed, leaves me half naked, and my whole night's comfort is the tuneable ferenade of that wakeful nightingale, his nofe. O the pleafure of counting the melancholy... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - 356 страници
...a salmon into a fishmonger's basket ; his feet cold as ice ; his breath hot as a furnace ; and his hands and his face as greasy as his flannel nightcap...the whole economy of my bed, leaves me half- naked, «uiid my whole night's comfort is the tuneable serenade of that wakeful nightingale his nose. O, the... | |
 | 1804 - 540 страници
...dead asa salmon intoafishmonger's basket; his feet cold as k'e ; his breath hot as a furnace ; and his hands and his face as greasy as his flannel nightcap...shoulders, disorders the whole economy of my bed, leaves me half-naked, and my whole nights comfort is the tuneable serenade of that wakeful nightingale his nose.... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 1084 страници
...and his hands and his face as greasy as hisflannel nightcap — Oh, matrimony ! matrimony! — lie tosses up the clothes with a barbarous swing over his shoulders, disorders tire whole economy of my bed, leaves me half-naked, and my whole night s comfort is the tuneable serenade... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 446 страници
...as a salmon into a fishmonger's basket ; his feet cold as ice, his breath hot as a furnace, and his hands and his face as greasy as his flannel nightcap...shoulders, disorders the whole economy of my bed, and my whole night's comfort is the tuneable serenade of that wakeful nightingale, his nose. O the... | |
 | George Farquhar - 1808 - 338 страници
...as a salmon into a fishmonger's basket ; his feet cold as ice, his breath hot as a furnace, and his hands and his face as greasy as his flannel nightcap...shoulders, disorders the whole economy of my bed, and my whole night's comfort is the tuneable serenade of that wakeful nightingale, his nose. O the... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1811 - 666 страници
...salmon into a fishmonger's basket ; his feet cold as ice ; his as. a furnace; and his hands and his face greasy as his flannel night-cap Oh ! matrimony, matrimony...shoulders, disorders the whole economy of my bed, Leaves me half-naked, and my whole night s comfort is the tuneable serenade of that wakeful nightingale his nose.... | |
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... he comes flounce into bed, dead as a salmon into a fishmonger's basket; his feet cold as ice, his breath hot as a furnace, and his hands and his face as greasy as his flannel night-cap. 
