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Strana 37
... sticking out of one side of it , said he ? I do , said I. Take a gripe of it , said he ; and you'll come to the ground like a flea in a blanket . I did so , when what did himself do but turn about , and good bye to you , Dan , says he ...
... sticking out of one side of it , said he ? I do , said I. Take a gripe of it , said he ; and you'll come to the ground like a flea in a blanket . I did so , when what did himself do but turn about , and good bye to you , Dan , says he ...
Strana 100
... stick , Boys in roundabout so thick , Maidens swinging till they're sick , All at a Country Fair . Wooden toys and lollipops , Ribbons , lace , and shilling hops , Peg , and whip , and humming tops , At a Country Fair . Spoken . ] Here ...
... stick , Boys in roundabout so thick , Maidens swinging till they're sick , All at a Country Fair . Wooden toys and lollipops , Ribbons , lace , and shilling hops , Peg , and whip , and humming tops , At a Country Fair . Spoken . ] Here ...
Strana 108
... sticks out like theirn does ? I hung my hat on von o'their hip bones last night , and there it vos this morning , sure enough ! Look , Sam , that horse is going to sneeze - hit him a vhack on the flank . Vot for , vot for ? Vy , if I ...
... sticks out like theirn does ? I hung my hat on von o'their hip bones last night , and there it vos this morning , sure enough ! Look , Sam , that horse is going to sneeze - hit him a vhack on the flank . Vot for , vot for ? Vy , if I ...
Strana 138
... stick he had in his hand , and down I fell ( and small blame to me ) , down I fell an the flure , crying'- New pittayatees - cryin ' out " Mur- ther , murther ! " Sal . Oh , the hangin ' - bone villain ! Kat . Oh , that's not all ! As I ...
... stick he had in his hand , and down I fell ( and small blame to me ) , down I fell an the flure , crying'- New pittayatees - cryin ' out " Mur- ther , murther ! " Sal . Oh , the hangin ' - bone villain ! Kat . Oh , that's not all ! As I ...
Strana 154
... stick into my eye . That's all my eye , sir . Oh , I've lost my patten . That's a very bad pat- tern to set . I declare my pelisse is wringing wet . Turn it then , and put the dry side outwards , my darling . I tell you what , if you ...
... stick into my eye . That's all my eye , sir . Oh , I've lost my patten . That's a very bad pat- tern to set . I declare my pelisse is wringing wet . Turn it then , and put the dry side outwards , my darling . I tell you what , if you ...
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arms Ashfield battle of Malplaquet Bill bless blood Brutus Cæsar Caius Verres Calais Capt coach cried Cushendall dark dead dear death derry devil Dick dinner Eugenius eyes face fair father fellow fire flure gentlemen Geoffrey Owen give hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope Iago Jack JOHN ANDERSON jonteel lady larn laugh live look Lord ma'am master mind morning mysen neighbours never night Number Numps o'er pardon pittayatees poor pray round Sally Samian wine scene shoes sigh sing sleep smile song soon soul soup maigre squire Stick stood sure t'other tears tell thee there's thing thou thought Twas Vaiter Vell what's wife wind woice word worship Yorick young Zounds
Populárne pasáže
Strana 119 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar, I found it in his closet, 't is his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...
Strana 229 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Strana 106 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble...
Strana 261 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore...
Strana 34 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Strana 207 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world : And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it ; — yet I'll hammer 't out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, My soul the father : and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts...
Strana 118 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Strana 120 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Strana 107 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high. How they point to the Persian abodes, And glittering temples of their hostile gods!
Strana 217 - ... abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor.— What's that,...