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... brought me from the sideboard , which I snatched up with eagerness : but , oh ! how shall I tell the sequel ? whe- ther the butler by accident mistook , or purposely designed to drive me mad , he gave me the strongest brandy , with ...
... brought me from the sideboard , which I snatched up with eagerness : but , oh ! how shall I tell the sequel ? whe- ther the butler by accident mistook , or purposely designed to drive me mad , he gave me the strongest brandy , with ...
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... brought you there ? Pat . That's more than I can tell , your honour , barring it was the liquor . Mag . Was this all you did to provoke his anger ? Pat . Divil a thing else . Mag . Was there any other person present ? Pat . Not a ...
... brought you there ? Pat . That's more than I can tell , your honour , barring it was the liquor . Mag . Was this all you did to provoke his anger ? Pat . Divil a thing else . Mag . Was there any other person present ? Pat . Not a ...
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... brought the broom- stick which you waps father with , you'd have made him feel , I know . Hold your tongue , you rascal , and leave the broom - stick at home , you rogue . So it is , pa ; it hangs up behind the door , I know . Hold your ...
... brought the broom- stick which you waps father with , you'd have made him feel , I know . Hold your tongue , you rascal , and leave the broom - stick at home , you rogue . So it is , pa ; it hangs up behind the door , I know . Hold your ...
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... brought without arms ? I say , sir , any body in arms is only calculated to raise a disturbance . Well , don't harm the child . Bless me ! it's very warm ! I vonder vhether all the vindows and wentilators are open , I am as vet as a sea ...
... brought without arms ? I say , sir , any body in arms is only calculated to raise a disturbance . Well , don't harm the child . Bless me ! it's very warm ! I vonder vhether all the vindows and wentilators are open , I am as vet as a sea ...
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... brought the signal sound of strife , The morn the marshalling in arms , -the day Battle's magnificently - stern array ! The thunder - clouds close o'er it , which , when rent , The earth is cover'd thick with other clay , Which her own ...
... brought the signal sound of strife , The morn the marshalling in arms , -the day Battle's magnificently - stern array ! The thunder - clouds close o'er it , which , when rent , The earth is cover'd thick with other clay , Which her own ...
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arms Ashfield battle of Malplaquet Bill bless blood Brutus Cæsar Caius Verres Calais Capt coach cried Cushendall dark dead dear death derry devil Dick dinner Eugenius eyes face fair father fellow fire flure gentlemen Geoffrey Owen give hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope Iago Jack JOHN ANDERSON jonteel lady larn laugh live look Lord ma'am master mind morning mysen neighbours never night Number Numps o'er pardon pittayatees poor pray round Sally Samian wine scene shoes sigh sing sleep smile song soon soul soup maigre squire Stick stood sure t'other tears tell thee there's thing thou thought Twas Vaiter Vell what's wife wind woice word worship Yorick young Zounds
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Página 119 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar, I found it in his closet, 't is his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...
Página 229 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Página 106 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble...
Página 261 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore...
Página 34 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Página 207 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world : And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it ; — yet I'll hammer 't out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, My soul the father : and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts...
Página 118 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Página 120 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Página 107 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high. How they point to the Persian abodes, And glittering temples of their hostile gods!
Página 217 - ... abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor.— What's that,...