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Страница 83 - Lear. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.
Страница 35 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes ', nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Страница 66 - In the evening we reached a village where I had determined to pass the night. As we drove into the great gateway of the inn, I saw on one side the light of a rousing kitchen fire beaming through a window. I entered, and admired, for the hundredth time, that picture of convenience, neatness, and broad honest enjoyment, the kitchen of an English inn.
Страница 113 - Let not the dark thee cumber. What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number.
Страница 128 - Tis thou that crown'st my glittering hearth With guiltlesse mirth, And giv'st me Wassaile bowles to drink Spiced to the brink : Lord, 'tis thy plenty-dropping hand That soiles my land : And giv'st me for my bushell sowne, Twice ten for one.
Страница 180 - Now all our neighbours' chimneys smoke, And Christmas blocks are burning; Their ovens they with bak't meats choke And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie, And if. for cold, it hap to die, Wee'le bury 't in a Christmas pye, And evermore be merry. WITHERS
Страница 207 - Wit, after all, is a mighty tart, pungent ingredient, and much too acid for some stomachs; but honest good humour is the oil and wine of a merry meeting, and there is no jovial companionship equal to that, where the jokes are rather small, and the laughter abundant.