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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... True it was , she was dead and decently interred . His mind - it was a comfort to know it - could not wander on this point ; this he knew . Nevertheless , his wife was with him . The Ghost of her Tongue still talked as in the life ; and ...
... True it was , she was dead and decently interred . His mind - it was a comfort to know it - could not wander on this point ; this he knew . Nevertheless , his wife was with him . The Ghost of her Tongue still talked as in the life ; and ...
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... True Charity , I believe , always dines at home . I know what they do ; the whole system's a trick . No. Tm not a stony- hearted creature : and you ought to be ashamed to say so of your wife and the mother of your children , -but , you ...
... True Charity , I believe , always dines at home . I know what they do ; the whole system's a trick . No. Tm not a stony- hearted creature : and you ought to be ashamed to say so of your wife and the mother of your children , -but , you ...
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... true that I no sooner get out than I want to get home again . To be sure I was tired of Margate three years ago , when you used to leave me to walk about the beach by myself , to be stared at through all sorts of telescopes . But you ...
... true that I no sooner get out than I want to get home again . To be sure I was tired of Margate three years ago , when you used to leave me to walk about the beach by myself , to be stared at through all sorts of telescopes . But you ...
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... true as I'm an ill- used woman , if it wasn't for the dear chil- dren far away in blessed England - if it wasn't for them I'd never go back with you . No ; I'd leave you in this very place . Yes I'd go into a convent ; for a lady on ...
... true as I'm an ill- used woman , if it wasn't for the dear chil- dren far away in blessed England - if it wasn't for them I'd never go back with you . No ; I'd leave you in this very place . Yes I'd go into a convent ; for a lady on ...
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... true about you , why you've the heart of a stone . I should like to know what that book's about ? What ? Milton's ' Paradise Lost ? ' I thought some rubbish of the sort -something to insult me . A nice book , I think , to read in bed ...
... true about you , why you've the heart of a stone . I should like to know what that book's about ? What ? Milton's ' Paradise Lost ? ' I thought some rubbish of the sort -something to insult me . A nice book , I think , to read in bed ...
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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...