Hood's Magazine and Comic Miscellany, Volumen3proprietor, 1845 |
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... door , clutching his beard in his right hand . " Nothing , nothing , " replied my father , forgetting his own vexation in the affliction of my mother 66 only a lost bank - note . " " What , another robbery ? " " - No , " replied my ...
... door , clutching his beard in his right hand . " Nothing , nothing , " replied my father , forgetting his own vexation in the affliction of my mother 66 only a lost bank - note . " " What , another robbery ? " " - No , " replied my ...
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... door . " Now then , sister , " cried Uncle Rumbold , rising from his seat , " now then , brother - in - law , for your ultimatum . Am I to have the boy or not ? " 66 ' Why then , brother , " began my mother , but her voice failed and ...
... door . " Now then , sister , " cried Uncle Rumbold , rising from his seat , " now then , brother - in - law , for your ultimatum . Am I to have the boy or not ? " 66 ' Why then , brother , " began my mother , but her voice failed and ...
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... door to door , locking , bolting , barring , screwing ; the surgery door alone , for convenience , being left but partially fas- tened by a single latch , which , however , could only be raised on the inside . The fanlight above he ...
... door to door , locking , bolting , barring , screwing ; the surgery door alone , for convenience , being left but partially fas- tened by a single latch , which , however , could only be raised on the inside . The fanlight above he ...
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... door , which he left wide open . Kezia , in hot pursuit , with my father and Mr. Postle , were soon on the spot ; but only just in time to dis- tinguish the flying figure of the idiot , before he disappeared in the gloom of the lane ...
... door , which he left wide open . Kezia , in hot pursuit , with my father and Mr. Postle , were soon on the spot ; but only just in time to dis- tinguish the flying figure of the idiot , before he disappeared in the gloom of the lane ...
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... door , and thoroughly bat- tered it , as well as the parlour - shutter with their bludgeons , proceeded to organize that frightful concert of rough music with which the lower orders in the provinces were accustomed to serenade an ...
... door , and thoroughly bat- tered it , as well as the parlour - shutter with their bludgeons , proceeded to organize that frightful concert of rough music with which the lower orders in the provinces were accustomed to serenade an ...
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Página 233 - In this state-chamber, dying by degrees, Hours and long hours in the dead night, I ask "Do I live, am I dead?" Peace, peace seems all. Saint Praxed's ever was the church for peace; And so, about this tomb of mine. I fought...
Página 235 - To comfort me on my entablature Whereon I am to lie till I must ask 'Do I live, am I dead?' There, leave me, there! For ye have stabbed me with ingratitude To death - ye wish it - God, ye wish it! Stone Gritstone, a-crumble!
Página 489 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Página 469 - That what we love shall ne'er be so. I know not why I could not die, I had no earthly hope — but faith, And that forbade a selfish death.
Página 233 - Put me where I may look at him! True peach, Rosy and flawless: how I earned the prize! Draw close: that conflagration of my church — What then? So much was saved if aught were missed!
Página 488 - On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 235 - Good strong thick stupefying incensesmoke ! For as I lie here, hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone can point, And let the bedclothes for a mortcloth drop Into great laps and folds of...
Página 234 - Ready to twitch the Nymph's last garment off, And Moses with the tables . . . but I know Ye mark me not! What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm?
Página 60 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página 234 - Praxed's ear to pray Horses for ye, and brown Greek manuscripts, And mistresses with great smooth marbly limbs ? — That's if ye carve my epitaph aright, Choice Latin, picked phrase, Tully's every word, No gaudy ware like Gandolf's second line — Tully, my masters? Ulpian serves his need!