The Olio, Or, Museum of Entertainment, Volume 9Joseph Shackell, 1832 - English periodicals |
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... Speak not , Percy - I can call help , and " . 66 " I have dared death for these words ! Anne , my worshipped Anne ! to - mor- row they will condemn thee , and I must look on and see thee perish ! - Let it not be thus - let the agony of ...
... Speak not , Percy - I can call help , and " . 66 " I have dared death for these words ! Anne , my worshipped Anne ! to - mor- row they will condemn thee , and I must look on and see thee perish ! - Let it not be thus - let the agony of ...
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... speak with all boldness , crouching to no man for their morsel of bread , nor tempted to lick the hand that feeds them . Family Lib . ST . GERMAIN EN LAYE . THE forest of Laye , occupying an area of nearly six thousand acres , is still ...
... speak with all boldness , crouching to no man for their morsel of bread , nor tempted to lick the hand that feeds them . Family Lib . ST . GERMAIN EN LAYE . THE forest of Laye , occupying an area of nearly six thousand acres , is still ...
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... speak to me on pressing business ; - went , and found it was an unfortunate member of our strolling company of players , who was pledged for seven- pence half - penny : in a struggle what to do the baker , though we had paid him on ...
... speak to me on pressing business ; - went , and found it was an unfortunate member of our strolling company of players , who was pledged for seven- pence half - penny : in a struggle what to do the baker , though we had paid him on ...
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... speak low ! " " How do you know it ? you may- you must be mistaken . " 66 No , no , I have seen it a thousand times ; besides , it was so uncommon a pattern that I often asked her to sell it to me , but was always refused . She said she ...
... speak low ! " " How do you know it ? you may- you must be mistaken . " 66 No , no , I have seen it a thousand times ; besides , it was so uncommon a pattern that I often asked her to sell it to me , but was always refused . She said she ...
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... speak but for a moment , like Balaam's ass , what painful truths would they describe ! what weary watchings over the mid- night taper would they describe ! If those fingers which are now as white as Windsor - soap can make them , could ...
... speak but for a moment , like Balaam's ass , what painful truths would they describe ! what weary watchings over the mid- night taper would they describe ! If those fingers which are now as white as Windsor - soap can make them , could ...
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Page 330 - And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
Page 454 - Therefore it is good to consider of deformity, not as a sign, which is more deceivable; but as a cause, which seldom faileth of the effect. Whosoever hath any thing fixed in his person that doth induce contempt, hath also a perpetual spur in himself to rescue and deliver himself from scorn.
Page 330 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 64 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honey'd middle of the night If ceremonies due they did aright; As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Page 330 - I speak not, because they are field flowers ; but those which perfume the air most delightfully, not passed by as the rest, but being trodden upon and crushed, are three, that is, burnet, wild thyme, and watermints ; therefore you are to set whole alleys of them, to have the pleasure when you walk or tread.
Page 232 - When all is done, (he concludes,) human life is at the greatest and the best but like a froward child, that must be played with and humoured a little to keep it quiet, till it falls asleep, and then the care is over.
Page 183 - They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters ; These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep.
Page 490 - I saw also that he looked this way, and that way, as if he would run; yet he stood still, because, as I perceived, he could not tell which way to go. I looked then, and saw a man named Evangelist coming to him, and asked, Wherefore dost thou cry?
Page 101 - Strike in, strike in, the sparks begin to dull their rustling red! Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped; Our anchor soon must change his bed of fiery rich array For a hammock at the roaring bows, or an oozy couch of clay; Our anchor soon must change the lay of merry craftsmen here, For the Yeo-heave-o...
Page 492 - Now I saw in my dream that just as they had ended this talk they drew near to a very miry slough that was in the midst of the plain; and they, being heedless, did both fall suddenly into the bog. The name of the slough was Despond.