The Library of Wit and Humor, Prose and Poetry: Selected from the Literature of All Times and Nations, Том 1Gebbie Publishing Company, Limited, 1894 |
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... told he has more than once certain. great deal you could have for eighteen- pence ! And all the Club married men and fathers of families . The more shame for ' em ! Skylarks , indeed ! They should call 66 How any man can leave his own ...
... told he has more than once certain. great deal you could have for eighteen- pence ! And all the Club married men and fathers of families . The more shame for ' em ! Skylarks , indeed ! They should call 66 How any man can leave his own ...
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... told he has more than once certain to run off ; it isn't likely he'll go boxed his wife's ears . He's a Skylark too . And I suppose , some day , you'll be trying to box my ears . Don't attempt it , Mr. Caudle ; I say , Don't attempt it ...
... told he has more than once certain to run off ; it isn't likely he'll go boxed his wife's ears . He's a Skylark too . And I suppose , some day , you'll be trying to box my ears . Don't attempt it , Mr. Caudle ; I say , Don't attempt it ...
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... told me to send for the best brandy - the very best- for your other friend , who called last Wed- nesday . Ha ha ... told you , and told your friend , too - a pretty brute he is , I'm sure that the poor girl had got a cold and I dare say ...
... told me to send for the best brandy - the very best- for your other friend , who called last Wed- nesday . Ha ha ... told you , and told your friend , too - a pretty brute he is , I'm sure that the poor girl had got a cold and I dare say ...
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... told you again and again they shall some day . " Puddings ! And now I suppose I shall hear of nothing but puddings ! Yes , and I know what it will end in . First , you'd have a pudding every day ; -oh , I know your extravagance - then ...
... told you again and again they shall some day . " Puddings ! And now I suppose I shall hear of nothing but puddings ! Yes , and I know what it will end in . First , you'd have a pudding every day ; -oh , I know your extravagance - then ...
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... told by the gipsies ? You needn't have wasted your money . I'm sure I can tell you your fortune if you go on as you do . Yes , the jail will be your fortune , Mr. Caudle . And it would be no matter- none at all - if your wife and ...
... told by the gipsies ? You needn't have wasted your money . I'm sure I can tell you your fortune if you go on as you do . Yes , the jail will be your fortune , Mr. Caudle . And it would be no matter- none at all - if your wife and ...
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Страница 246 - Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules. But beware instinct. The lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
Страница 248 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Страница 240 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. {Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world...
Страница 275 - King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Страница 64 - Then Abner Dean of Angel's raised a point of order — when A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen, And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.
Страница 381 - ... till they could all play very near, or altogether as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty thousand strong, we twenty would come into the field the tenth of March, or thereabouts; and we would challenge twenty of the enemy; they could not in their honor refuse us; well, we would kill them: challenge twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them too...
Страница 86 - There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin*. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An" in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back from Concord busted.
Страница 217 - The Angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.
Страница 259 - Dolphin chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Whitsun week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor ; thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife.
Страница 381 - March, or thereabouts, and we would challenge twenty of the enemy. They could not in their honour refuse us. Well, we would kill them ; challenge twenty more, kill them ; twenty more, kill them ; twenty more, kill them too ; and thus would we kill every man his twenty a day — that's twenty score; twenty score, that's two hundred; two hundred a day, five days a thousand; forty thousand; forty times five, five times forty, two hundred days kills them all up by computation. And this will I venture...