The Percy Anecdotes: Original and Select [by] Sholto and Reuben Percy, Brothers of the Benedictine Monastery, Mont Benger, Band 15

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T. Boys, 1826
 

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Seite 121 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Seite 154 - I passed among the harmless peasants of Flanders, and among such of the French as were poor enough to be very merry ; for I ever found them sprightly in proportion to their wants. Whenever I approached a peasant's house towards nightfall, I played one of my most merry tunes, and that procured me not only a lodging, but subsistence for the next day.
Seite 38 - Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
Seite 97 - My wits begin to turn. — Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself.— Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.
Seite 172 - After the exertion of entering into such a place, through a passage of fifty, a hundred, three hundred, or perhaps six hundred yards, nearly overcome, I sought a...
Seite 3 - Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell — Then shrieked the timid, and stood still the brave — Then some leaped overboard with dreadful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave ; And the sea yawned around her, like a hell, And down she sucked with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.
Seite 169 - Embassador) had more than a shirt or pair of trowsers on. The wreck of books, or, as it was not unaptly termed, a literary manure...
Seite 28 - I kept steady to my purpose, and pursued my journey. Before, however, I reached the borders of England, I would gladly have returned ; but I could not : the die was cast ; my pride would have impelled me to suffer death, I think, rather than to have exposed my folly ; and I pressed forward.
Seite 160 - At our next inn our host was almost burn'd, While some lean thrushes at the fire he turn'd. Through his old kitchen rolls the god of fire, And to the roof the vagrant flames aspire: But hunger all our terrors overcame, We fly to save our meat, and quench the flame.
Seite 78 - From their appearance he began to suspect that he had not fallen into the best company; but as it was too late to retreat, he asked hospitality from them till the tempest was over. They granted it, and invited the King, whom they did not know, to sit down, and take part with them. They were a band of robbers and cut-throats.

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