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Seite 344 - I wish you'd go to Mr P. And save me such a ride; I don't half like the outside place, They've took for my inside. The cock it crows - I must be gone! My William, we must part! But I'll be yours in death, altho* Sir Astley has my heart.
Seite 323 - THE SURPLICE QUESTION. BY A BENEDICT. A VERY pretty public stir Is making, down at Exeter, About the surplice fashion : And many bitter words and rude Have been bestowed upon the feud, And much unchristian passion. For me, I neither know nor care Whether a Parson ought to wear A black dress or a white dress ; Fill'd with a trouble of my own, — A Wife who preaches in her gown, And lectures in her night-dress I THE EPPING HUNT.
Seite 343 - TWAS in the middle of the night, To sleep young William tried, When Mary's ghost came stealing in, And stood at his bed-side.
Seite 232 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Seite 344 - Sir Astley has my heart. Don't go to weep upon my grave, And think that there I be ; They haven't left an atom there Of my anatomie.
Seite 343 - I went to my long home, I didn't stay long in it. The body-snatchers they have come, And made a snatch at me; It's very hard them kind of men Won't let a body be! You thought that I was buried deep, Quite decent like and chary, But from her grave in Mary-bone, They've come and boned your Mary.
Seite 151 - m not a single man. Shut out from love, denied a dove, Forbidden bow and dart, Without a groan to call my own, With neither hand nor heart, To hymen vowed, and not allowed To flirt e'en with your fan, Here end, as just a friend, I must, — I 'm not a single man.
Seite 172 - I will shortly pay you a second visit. But my friends, I fancy, by this time, wonder at my stay ; so let me have the money immediately." Trulliber then put on a stern look, and cried out, " Thou dost not intend to rob me? " At which the wife, bursting into tears, fell on her knees and roared out, "O dear sir!
Seite 68 - Are we not here now, continued the corporal (striking the end of his stick perpendicularly upon the floor, so as to give an idea of health and stability) ; — and are we not...
Seite 151 - I'm not a single man. Upon your cheek I may not speak, Nor on your lip be warm, I must be wise about your eyes, And formal with your form; Of all that sort of thing, in short, On TH Bayly's plan, I must not twine a single line — I'm not a single man.