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... song to his sweet - heart , described his heart to be without one drop of gravy like an overdone mutton chop , was a fool at a simile when compared to our hero . One day , as he was ranting , kneeling , and beseeching his goddess to ...
... song to his sweet - heart , described his heart to be without one drop of gravy like an overdone mutton chop , was a fool at a simile when compared to our hero . One day , as he was ranting , kneeling , and beseeching his goddess to ...
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... song , and endeavour to make others happy by singing Hey down , & c . BILL'S BIRTH DAY . TUNE --- The Tank , SUCH fun ! each one All the day keep laughing on ; Never was on any cause A company so gay . Cakes fine - good wine , Kept the ...
... song , and endeavour to make others happy by singing Hey down , & c . BILL'S BIRTH DAY . TUNE --- The Tank , SUCH fun ! each one All the day keep laughing on ; Never was on any cause A company so gay . Cakes fine - good wine , Kept the ...
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... song , will you ? I can't , I've such a coughing in my throat . O , carry me out , here's a undertaker with a coffin in his throat , carry me out . I wish you wouldn't be kicking out , you'll kick all the skin off my legs ; see here's a ...
... song , will you ? I can't , I've such a coughing in my throat . O , carry me out , here's a undertaker with a coffin in his throat , carry me out . I wish you wouldn't be kicking out , you'll kick all the skin off my legs ; see here's a ...
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... song I ever sung Betty Hunt , and she said , ' thee'd sing us another song , wouldn't thee ? ' and I said ' ees , I wou'd , and I did , and I sang'd another song - aye , I remember vary weel that wur the last song I ever sung poor Betty ...
... song I ever sung Betty Hunt , and she said , ' thee'd sing us another song , wouldn't thee ? ' and I said ' ees , I wou'd , and I did , and I sang'd another song - aye , I remember vary weel that wur the last song I ever sung poor Betty ...
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... song and rhyme ; More lovely forms , more witching faces , Were never shewn at Epsom races , Than on that fair - day morn were seen , Along the Road to Borridge Green . There Ralph and Kate and Luke and Bet , All dress'd in Sunday ...
... song and rhyme ; More lovely forms , more witching faces , Were never shewn at Epsom races , Than on that fair - day morn were seen , Along the Road to Borridge Green . There Ralph and Kate and Luke and Bet , All dress'd in Sunday ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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...
Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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,...