Moxon's standard penny readings [ed. by T. Hood]., Band 1 |
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... THE BROOK ... ... THE SUDDEN DEATH : : : A TRUE STORY ... ... ... THE INCHCAPE ROCK : ... ... 113 119 ... : 136 163 170 SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF Delight ... ... 175 PREFACE . • AT the time when the Penny Reading iv CONTENTS .
... THE BROOK ... ... THE SUDDEN DEATH : : : A TRUE STORY ... ... ... THE INCHCAPE ROCK : ... ... 113 119 ... : 136 163 170 SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF Delight ... ... 175 PREFACE . • AT the time when the Penny Reading iv CONTENTS .
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... delightful to nature , and good to preserve the health of men . Thirdly , it doth strengthen all parts of the breast , and doth open the pipes . Fourthly , it is a singular good remedy for a stuttering or stammering in the speech ...
... delightful to nature , and good to preserve the health of men . Thirdly , it doth strengthen all parts of the breast , and doth open the pipes . Fourthly , it is a singular good remedy for a stuttering or stammering in the speech ...
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... delightful and beautiful as singing— nor is it so violent an exercise . It opens the chest and clears the pipes , and is recom- mended as the best cure for hesitation of speech . If the human voice too surpasses all instruments viii ...
... delightful and beautiful as singing— nor is it so violent an exercise . It opens the chest and clears the pipes , and is recom- mended as the best cure for hesitation of speech . If the human voice too surpasses all instruments viii ...
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... judicious epicure and for such a tomb might be content to die . He is the best of sapors . Pine - apple is great . She is indeed almost too transcendent —a delight , if not sinful , yet so like 34 A DISSERTATION UPON ROAST PIG .
... judicious epicure and for such a tomb might be content to die . He is the best of sapors . Pine - apple is great . She is indeed almost too transcendent —a delight , if not sinful , yet so like 34 A DISSERTATION UPON ROAST PIG .
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Moxon Edward and co Thomas Hood. —a delight , if not sinful , yet so like to sinning that really a tender - conscienced per- son would do well to pause - too ravishing for mortal taste , she woundeth and exco- riateth the lips that ...
Moxon Edward and co Thomas Hood. —a delight , if not sinful , yet so like to sinning that really a tender - conscienced per- son would do well to pause - too ravishing for mortal taste , she woundeth and exco- riateth the lips that ...
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abbey Abbot of Aberbrothok afore Alice the nurse armëd bailiff blackberry boys Bo-bo bright brimming river brook burnt pig carriage church-yard Clerk coach coachman cottage dead dear death delight door eyes fair father fear fellow Foreman galloped Genevieve GHENT gone green Gunpowder Plot hand hath head hear heart heaven Ho-ti honour HOOD horse Humphrey Inchcape Bell Inchcape Rock jaundice join the brimming Joris Katie knew Miss Norman Lady Clare listened little Maid look Lord Ronald loud love or money Ma'am Massa master mother never night Number o'er Orry the Dane Penny Readings Phantasmagorias Pompey poor Mary postilion praised purtected replied right and tight rose round sing Sir Ralph Sir Vincent sorrow sound stand stept Sticker stirrup stood sweet Thady There's thing thou Twas viewed Master village village maid Vincent Ball voice William dear wind window wish'd young
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Seite 2 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Seite 82 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Seite 5 - Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Seite 2 - Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; 'Speed!' echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Seite 52 - I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That cluster'd round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair; Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering look'd at me.
Seite 23 - What could it proceed from? Not from the burnt cottage: he had smelt that smell before; indeed this was by no means the first accident of the kind which had occurred through the negligence of this unlucky young fire-brand. Much less did it resemble that of any known herb, weed, or flower. A premonitory moistening at the same time overflowed his nether lip.
Seite 95 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Seite 94 - Teach us, sprite or bird, what sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Seite 22 - Bo-bo was in the utmost consternation,- as you may think, not so much for the sake of the tenement, which his father and he could easily build up again with a few dry branches, and the labor of an hour or two, at any time, as for the loss of the pigs.
Seite 90 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, — we feel that it is there.