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... means of existence . Mean- time Lucy Porter kept the best company of our little city , but would make no engagement on market - days , lest Granny , as she called Mrs. John- son , should catch cold by serving in the shop . There Lucy ...
... means of existence . Mean- time Lucy Porter kept the best company of our little city , but would make no engagement on market - days , lest Granny , as she called Mrs. John- son , should catch cold by serving in the shop . There Lucy ...
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... , and so risked the allusion . In reply he said , " If by ' odd characters ' you mean persons around whom anecdotes crystallise , I am free to confess that I do not think there are . In fact , many 42 PROVINCIAL LETTERS.
... , and so risked the allusion . In reply he said , " If by ' odd characters ' you mean persons around whom anecdotes crystallise , I am free to confess that I do not think there are . In fact , many 42 PROVINCIAL LETTERS.
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... mean the sort of impression made by the present occupants of the bench of bishops . But allow me to remind you that the present type of bishop is simply and solely the creation of Samuel of Oxford ; and Dr. Stubbs , who was ( I need not ...
... mean the sort of impression made by the present occupants of the bench of bishops . But allow me to remind you that the present type of bishop is simply and solely the creation of Samuel of Oxford ; and Dr. Stubbs , who was ( I need not ...
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... mean ? ' said he . ' Only that I remember your face distinctly , sir - I have a gift that way ; and it is a long time since I have seen it . ' ' Oh , ' he replied , ' you Oxford people are always trying to make out you remember us ; I ...
... mean ? ' said he . ' Only that I remember your face distinctly , sir - I have a gift that way ; and it is a long time since I have seen it . ' ' Oh , ' he replied , ' you Oxford people are always trying to make out you remember us ; I ...
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... mean there was no attempt to paint the face or tire the head ; it was dancing by citizens for citizens , by mothers of families for mothers of families . Before other shows , again , the funny man would disport himself . But the ...
... mean there was no attempt to paint the face or tire the head ; it was dancing by citizens for citizens , by mothers of families for mothers of families . Before other shows , again , the funny man would disport himself . But the ...
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Page 239 - His father was a butcher, and I have been told heretofore by some of the neighbours that when he was a boy he exercised his father's trade, but when he killed a calf he would do it in a high style, and make a speech.
Page 264 - Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart, wrapt in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Page 211 - ... once or twice in our rough island-story, The path of duty was the way to glory : He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes, He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden-roses.
Page 210 - For I trust if an enemy's fleet came yonder round by the hill, And the rushing battle-bolt sang from the three-decker out of the foam, That the smooth-faced snubnosed rogue would leap from his counter and till, And strike, if he could, were it but with his cheating yardwand, home.
Page 289 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not...
Page 269 - William d'Avenant, who was probably very well acquainted with his affairs, I should not have ventured to have inserted ; that my lord Southampton at one time gave him a thousand pounds, to enable him to go through with a purchase which he heard he had a mind to.
Page 222 - And that true North, whereof we lately heard A strain to shame us "keep you to yourselves; So loyal is too costly! friends - your love Is but a burthen: loose the bond, and go." Is this the tone of empire? here the faith That made us rulers? this, indeed, her voice And meaning, whom the roar of Hougoumont Left mightiest of all peoples under heaven? What shock has fool'd her since, that she should speak So feebly?
Page 264 - Base minded men all three of you, if by my misery ye be not warned: for unto none of you, like me, sought those burrs to cleave: those puppets, I mean, that speak from our mouths, those antics garnished in our colours.
Page 312 - Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 155 - Flavia the least and slightest toy Can with resistless art employ. This Fan in meaner hands would prove An engine of small force in love ; But she, with such an air and mien, Not to be told or safely seen, Directs its wanton motions so, That it wounds more than Cupid's bow ; Gives coolness to the matchless dame, To every other breast a flame.