Reuben Apsley, Volume 1H. Colburn, 1827 |
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... master's drowning daughter , finally received her in marriage , with an immense portion ; and he was already hard upon the tale of Whittington and his fortunate ship , the Cat , when they again found themselves on the Baltic walk , and ...
... master's drowning daughter , finally received her in marriage , with an immense portion ; and he was already hard upon the tale of Whittington and his fortunate ship , the Cat , when they again found themselves on the Baltic walk , and ...
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... Master Hewson - sad work , this ! nothing stirring in the tap since the old Cava- lier's death : we used to wag our tongues against him in his lifetime ; but Goldingham Place is like to have a worse master , if all's true that folks say ...
... Master Hewson - sad work , this ! nothing stirring in the tap since the old Cava- lier's death : we used to wag our tongues against him in his lifetime ; but Goldingham Place is like to have a worse master , if all's true that folks say ...
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... Master Hewson , when his hounds meet at the Green ; and better still if they kill in this neighbourhood . Then there's luck now and then — a nest egg , a Godsend , such as that of young Tony Harbot- tle , who laid seven weeks in the ...
... Master Hewson , when his hounds meet at the Green ; and better still if they kill in this neighbourhood . Then there's luck now and then — a nest egg , a Godsend , such as that of young Tony Harbot- tle , who laid seven weeks in the ...
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... Master Hewson : -another pint , Sally.- But who the dickens is that yonder , clambering over the stile with so much difficulty ? " " Dont you know her ? - ' tis Norry Molloy by her waddle : I could swear to her a mile off . " The ...
... Master Hewson : -another pint , Sally.- But who the dickens is that yonder , clambering over the stile with so much difficulty ? " " Dont you know her ? - ' tis Norry Molloy by her waddle : I could swear to her a mile off . " The ...
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... master pulled him back by the chain . Neither approving the aspect of this weapon , nor the resolute look of the party who wielded it , the fellow now thought it prudent to retreat , contenting himself with muttering , as he hauled away ...
... master pulled him back by the chain . Neither approving the aspect of this weapon , nor the resolute look of the party who wielded it , the fellow now thought it prudent to retreat , contenting himself with muttering , as he hauled away ...
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Page 196 - WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 233 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss.
Page 196 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Page 317 - LOVE not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for a constant heart : For these may fail or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever : Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye, And love me still but know not why — So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever ! Anonymous.
Page 1 - The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy, And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy. For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects' faith doth ebb ; Which would not be if Reason ruled, or Wisdom weaved the web.
Page 22 - your father would have gone further." " Your majesty's father would not have gone so far," replied the duke. He ordered Huddleston, the priest, to publish a relation of Charles's dying in the communion of the Church of Rome, and he himself became the publisher of two papers, which he declared in his own royal name, and under his signature, were found by him in his brother's strong box ; their tendency being...
Page 317 - Love not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for my constant heart, — For those may fail, or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever : Keep therefore a true woman's eye, And love me still, but know not why—- So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever ! Anon.
Page 164 - Venus' sweet delight, Of late had chang'd the tenor of her string To higher tunes than serve for Cupid's fight : Shrill trumpets' sound, sharp swords, and lances strong, War, blood, and death, were matter of her song. The God of Love by chance had heard thereof, That I was prov'da rebel to his crown ; " Fit words for war," quoth he, with angry scoff, " A likely man to write of Mars his frown.
Page 60 - Bon ton never to define, or be defined. It is the child and the Parent of Jargon. It is — I can never tell you what it is : but I will try to tell you what it is not.