The Merchant's Clerk: & Other TalesHarper & brothers, 1836 - 366 Seiten |
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... thou wast in her womb ; and when she is dead bury her by me in one grave . " Thus on the point of death , writes thy father to his beloved son . REMEMBER ! " HENRY ELLIOTT . " As soon as I had somewhat recovered the shock occasioned by ...
... thou wast in her womb ; and when she is dead bury her by me in one grave . " Thus on the point of death , writes thy father to his beloved son . REMEMBER ! " HENRY ELLIOTT . " As soon as I had somewhat recovered the shock occasioned by ...
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... Thou art his keeper . Hub . That he shall not offend your majesty . And I will keep him so , King John . Death . Hub . My lord ? King John . A grave . Hub . He shall not live . King John . Enough . I could be merry now . KING JOHN , Act ...
... Thou art his keeper . Hub . That he shall not offend your majesty . And I will keep him so , King John . Death . Hub . My lord ? King John . A grave . Hub . He shall not live . King John . Enough . I could be merry now . KING JOHN , Act ...
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... thou been ? Dick Forster - hey , hem - stare at me ! I will do thee no hurt , God knows : but where hast been ? why and how here ? " said Bill Fowler , one of the two whom Fors- ter had left drinking at the Hunting Horn , and who now ...
... thou been ? Dick Forster - hey , hem - stare at me ! I will do thee no hurt , God knows : but where hast been ? why and how here ? " said Bill Fowler , one of the two whom Fors- ter had left drinking at the Hunting Horn , and who now ...
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... thou get them ? Hast thou been out a →→→→ a - a -- robbing ? or - hast - tell me , Dick Forster - or I'll go and fetch some one that shall make thee ! " and he shook him violently . Dick began to come a little to his senses on being ...
... thou get them ? Hast thou been out a →→→→ a - a -- robbing ? or - hast - tell me , Dick Forster - or I'll go and fetch some one that shall make thee ! " and he shook him violently . Dick began to come a little to his senses on being ...
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... thou shalt tell to a magistrate , or my name is not Bill Fowler ! " Dick slowly lifted himself up , and clasped his com- panion's hand , whispering faintly , " Bill Fowler , let us leave this lonely place - help me to the high road ...
... thou shalt tell to a magistrate , or my name is not Bill Fowler ! " Dick slowly lifted himself up , and clasped his com- panion's hand , whispering faintly , " Bill Fowler , let us leave this lonely place - help me to the high road ...
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agitation arms baronet Bill Fowler black puddings Bloomsbury Square bracelet Bullion House Carl Carl's carriage chair coach companion continued counting house dear Dick door dreadful Drysalt Ebury exclaimed eyes father fearful feelings fell fellow felt Forster gasped guineas hand head hear heard heart highwaymen Hillary's honour horse hour hurried husband inquired instantly lady length letter lips looked Lord Scamp Lord Squander lordship ma'am magistrate matter Mincing Lane mind Miss Hillary monk morning never Newfoundland dog night o'clock Old Bailey opened Oxleigh paused pistol poor Elliott present prisoner pugilism replied scarce scene seat seemed servant silence Sir Diggory Sir William Gwynne sitting soon stairs stood stranger suddenly sure tell thee thing thought tion tone Topknot trembling turned uttered voice wagoner walked whispered wife William Fowler words worship wretched
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 349 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Seite 9 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Seite 349 - While the Cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his Dames before: Oft listening how the Hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill...
Seite 349 - Through the high wood echoing shrill : Sometime walking, not unseen, By hedgerow elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate Where the great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight...
Seite 115 - It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Seite 288 - For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And, though a late, a sure reward succeeds.