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C.C. Meinhold & Sons, 1866 - 188 strán (strany)

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Strana 146 - This elegant rose, had I shaken it less, Might have bloomed with its owner awhile ; And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be followed perhaps by a smile.
Strana 12 - s newly sprung in June : O, my luve 's like the melodic That 's sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I ; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Strana 173 - Desuper Alcides telis premit, omniaque arma „Advocat, et ramis vastisque molaribus instat. 250 „Ille autem - neque enim fuga iam super ulla pericli „Faucibus ingentem fumum - mirabile dictu „Evomit, involvitque domum caligine caeca, „Prospectum eripiens oculis, glomeratque sub antro „Fumiferam noctem commixtis igne tenebris.
Strana ix - An Account of the Proceedings of the Government Metropolitan Police in the City of Canton.
Strana 156 - twould cost a thousand times As much, or something more, 30 To make to every pit of coal A second, or safety door, As all the shrouds and coffins cost For those who perish now For want of a second door, and that's No trifle, you'll allow; And trade must live, though now and then A man or two may die; So merry sing 'God bless the Queen...
Strana 156 - ... obstruct all passage of pure air into, and of foul air out of, the pit. All the persons who were at work below at the time, two hundred and eighteen in number, were of course suffocated, nor was it until the seventh day after the accident that access could be had to the interior of the pit, or anything, beyond the mere fact of their entombment, ascertained concerning the helpless and unfortunate victims of that 'auri sacra fames...
Strana 156 - It's quite a natural death; For, God be praised! the chance is small That either you or I Should come, for want of a second door, In a coal pit to die. Besides, 'twould cost a thousand times As much, or...
Strana 157 - Has ready still, the chance is small We ever die of stithe. And if we do, our gracious Queen Will, sure, a telegram send, To say how sore she grieves for us And our untimely end; And out of her own privy purse A sovereign down will pay, To have us decently interred And put out of the way...
Strana 155 - Northumberland, snapped across, and a portion of the beam, 40 tons in weight, fell into the shaft, tearing away the boarded lining so that the earthy sides collapsed and fell in, filling up the shaft in such a manner as not only to cut off all communication between the interior of the pit and the outer world, but entirely to obstruct all passage of pure air into, and of foul air out of, the pit.
Strana 157 - re mortal too, no doubt, And Death for us his sithe Has ready still, the chance is small We ever die of stithe. And if we do, our gracious Queen Will, sure, a telegram send, To say how sore she grieves for us And our untimely end; And...

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