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Bentley's Miscellany, Zväzok 7 Charles Dickens,William Harrison Ainsworth,Albert Smith Úplné zobrazenie - 1840 |
Bentley's Miscellany, Zväzok 8 Charles Dickens,William Harrison Ainsworth,Albert Smith Úplné zobrazenie - 1840 |
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Strana 38 - Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Strana 618 - And some have wept and woo'd, and plighted troth, And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth : Many a green-gown has been given, Many a kiss, both odd and even: Many a glance, too, has been sent From out the eye, love's firmament: Many a jest told of the keys...
Strana 618 - So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.
Strana 618 - And sin no more, as we have done by staying : But, my Corinna, come, let's go a-maying. " There's not a budding boy or girl this day, But is got up, and gone to bring in may.
Strana 388 - It is only the public situation which this gentleman holds which entitles me or induces me to say so much about him. He is a fly in amber, nobody cares about the fly : the only question is, How the Devil did it get there?
Strana 616 - May with floures newe, (For with the rose colour strof hire hewe; I n'ot which was the finer of hem two) Er it was day, as she was wont to do, She was arisen, and all redy dight. For May wol have no slogardie a-night. The seson priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte, And sayth, arise, and do thin observance.
Strana 384 - ... life. It is not only the descending morsel and the enveloping sauce — but the rank, wealth, wit and beauty, which surround the meats — the learned management of light and heat — the silent and rapid services of the attendants — the smiling and sedulous host, proffering gusts and relishes — the exotic bottles — the embossed plate — the pleasant remarks — the handsome dresses — the cunning artifices in fruit and farina ! The hour of dinner, in short, includes everything of sensual...
Strana 382 - From the beginning of the century to the death of Lord Liverpool was an awful period for those who had the misfortune to entertain liberal opinions, and who were too honest to sell them for the ermine of the judge or the lawn of the prelate ; a long and hopeless career in your profession,— the chuckling grin of noodles,— the sarcastic leer of the genuine political rogue...
Strana 394 - Man is become a bird ; he can fly longer and quicker than a Solan goose. The mamma rushes sixty miles in two hours to the aching finger of her conjugating and declining grammar boy. The early Scotchman scratches himself in the morning mists of the north, and has his porridge in Piccadilly before the setting sun.
Strana 618 - As if here were those cooler shades of love. Can such delights be in the street " And open fields and we not see't ? Come, we'll abroad; and let's obey The proclamation made for May : And sin no more, as we have done, by staying; But, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.