The Family friend [ed. by R.K. Philp]., Band 5Robert Kemp Philp |
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... pounds thirteen shillings and six- pence , sir , " replied the steward in a tone of composure . " Well , and what did my lord say when you explained the whole matter to him . " " The steward shook his head gravely . " Surprised at the ...
... pounds thirteen shillings and six- pence , sir , " replied the steward in a tone of composure . " Well , and what did my lord say when you explained the whole matter to him . " " The steward shook his head gravely . " Surprised at the ...
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... pounds , I believe ; but I'm not sure which way it is . " " Not sure which way it is ! " replied his father . " Do you know which way ruin is ? for that seems the road you are so bent on pursuing . " " My dear father , come now , what's ...
... pounds , I believe ; but I'm not sure which way it is . " " Not sure which way it is ! " replied his father . " Do you know which way ruin is ? for that seems the road you are so bent on pursuing . " " My dear father , come now , what's ...
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... pounds of deniers . " ( It is not ex- plained of what use the boteswans were , who had probably never seen the sea . ) By royal order , the castle was enlarged and strengthened , Turchil removed , and Henry de Newburgh , established in ...
... pounds of deniers . " ( It is not ex- plained of what use the boteswans were , who had probably never seen the sea . ) By royal order , the castle was enlarged and strengthened , Turchil removed , and Henry de Newburgh , established in ...
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... pound of powdered loaf - sugar , a glass of white wine , and lemon - peel . Mix all together , and put the in- half a wine - glass of water , with a little grated gredients into a saucepan on the fire , stirring it until it becomes ...
... pound of powdered loaf - sugar , a glass of white wine , and lemon - peel . Mix all together , and put the in- half a wine - glass of water , with a little grated gredients into a saucepan on the fire , stirring it until it becomes ...
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... pound ; expressive of the old method of making the meal . Dough comes from the Anglo - Saxon word deawian , to wet ... pounds , a diamond of two carats is worth thirty - two pounds , and one of ten carats eight hundred pounds . Pigeon ...
... pound ; expressive of the old method of making the meal . Dough comes from the Anglo - Saxon word deawian , to wet ... pounds , a diamond of two carats is worth thirty - two pounds , and one of ten carats eight hundred pounds . Pigeon ...
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Seite 31 - Look not upon me, because I am black, Because the sun hath looked upon me: My mother's children were angry with me ; They made me the keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.
Seite 52 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Seite 191 - With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes : Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
Seite 59 - Despair at me doth throw. 0 make in me those civil wars to cease: 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf...
Seite 90 - Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish' eye, While the bee with honeyed thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring, With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep...
Seite 327 - My blessin' and my pride! There's nothin' left to care for now, Since my poor Mary died. Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow I bless you, Mary, for that same, Though you cannot hear me now.
Seite 327 - I'll not forget you, darling, In the land I'm goin' to : They say there's bread and work for all, And the sun shines always there— But I'll not forget old Ireland, Were it fifty times as fair...
Seite 327 - Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone ; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow — I bless you, Mary, for that same, Though you cannot hear me now. I thank you for the patient smile When your heart was fit to break, When the hunger pain was gnawin...
Seite 172 - IF I had but two little wings, And were a little feathery bird, To you I'd fly, my dear ! But thoughts like these are idle things, And I stay here.
Seite 81 - In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, The spectral owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, But at dusk he's abroad and well! Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him; All mock him outright by day; But at night, when the woods grow still and dim, The boldest will shrink away!