The busy-bodies, by the authors of 'The odd volume'.1827 |
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... don't judge of damp by my eyes , but by my nose , " said Lady Lennox , not very well pleased that her judgment should be treated thus lightly , and in the presence of so many . " But hang up a leg of mutton in that same larder , which ...
... don't judge of damp by my eyes , but by my nose , " said Lady Lennox , not very well pleased that her judgment should be treated thus lightly , and in the presence of so many . " But hang up a leg of mutton in that same larder , which ...
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... Don't you think this room is much about the size of our library ? I do not imagine there is much difference , if any . - How many feet did you say , Mr Chapel ? ” 66 ply . 66 Eighteen by twenty - one , " was the re- Eighteen by twenty ...
... Don't you think this room is much about the size of our library ? I do not imagine there is much difference , if any . - How many feet did you say , Mr Chapel ? ” 66 ply . 66 Eighteen by twenty - one , " was the re- Eighteen by twenty ...
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... don't care about having a large apartment ; and surely you don't call my wish for a dressing - room being difficult to please ? " “ Would it not do , ” said Catherine , “ to make this small room your dressing - room , in place of giving ...
... don't care about having a large apartment ; and surely you don't call my wish for a dressing - room being difficult to please ? " “ Would it not do , ” said Catherine , “ to make this small room your dressing - room , in place of giving ...
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... don't know how to manage your father . I am always tell- ing you not to argue with him . Few men can bear contradiction , and you must be aware that you never gain your point by disputing with Sir Thomas . ' Tis strange you won't follow ...
... don't know how to manage your father . I am always tell- ing you not to argue with him . Few men can bear contradiction , and you must be aware that you never gain your point by disputing with Sir Thomas . ' Tis strange you won't follow ...
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... haste , Catherine ; why don't you rise ? " " Because , my dear Ellinor , I really can- not go out to - day . " You mean , I suppose , " said Ellinor , with more anger than even a lover thought the occasion THE BUSY - BODIES . 95.
... haste , Catherine ; why don't you rise ? " " Because , my dear Ellinor , I really can- not go out to - day . " You mean , I suppose , " said Ellinor , with more anger than even a lover thought the occasion THE BUSY - BODIES . 95.
Términos y frases comunes
admiration allow amuse appear Ashley asked aunt Catherine backgammon Baronet beautiful believe better Captain Spencer carriage Cathe Catherine's certainly Charles Clara cousin cried dare say dear dinner door drawing-room dress Duddingstone Edinburgh entered exclaimed eyes fear feel gentleman girl give Granton happy hear heard Hope Street hour humour inquire John Purdie Lady Lennox ladyship laughing leave linor look loughby ma'am Major Willoughby mamma marry Martha ment Miss Barton Miss Dundas Miss Kennedy Miss Lennox Miss Macdonald Miss Stevens morning never papa party pray pretty rejoined replied Catherine replied Ellinor replied Miss rine sands Scotland seated Sefton Sir Pelham Sir Thomas Smellarat smile soon stairs suppose sure tell therine thing thought tion to-day told tureen turned wait walk wife William Willough window wish woman wonder word
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Página 168 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end: Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Página 78 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 10 - I LOVED thee once; I'll love no more, — Thine be the grief as is the blame; Thou art not what thou wast before, What reason I should be the same? He that can love unloved again, Hath better store of love than brain: God send me love my debts to pay, While unthrifts fool their love away!
Página 83 - How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far away, o'er lawns and lakes, Goes answering light. Yet Love hath echoes truer far, And far more sweet, Than e'er beneath the moonlight's star, Of horn or lute, or soft guitar, The songs repeat. 'Tis when the sigh, in youth sincere, And only then, — The sigh that's breath'd for one to hear, Is by that one, that only dear, Breathed back again ! OH BANQUET NOT.
Página 258 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be...
Página 268 - Sweet kerchief, checked with heavenly blue, Which once my love sat knotting in ! — Alas! Matilda then was true! At least I thought so at the U — ,0 — niversity of Gottingen — — niversity of Gottingen.
Página 176 - Lose not time to contradict her, Nor endeavour to convict her. Never take it in your thought, That she'll own, or cure a fault. Into contradiction warm her, Then, perhaps, you may reform...
Página 27 - E'en now, how dearly do I feel there may ! But what of them ? they are not made for me — The hasty flashes of contending steel Must serve instead of glances from my love, And for soft breathing sighs the cannon's roar.
Página 176 - Oh, cease to weep ! this storm will yet decay, And the sad clouds of sorrow melt away : While through the rugged path of life we go, All mortals taste the bitter draught of woe.
Página 209 - I cannot talk with civet in the room, A fine puss gentleman that's all perfume ; The sight's enough — no need to smell a beau — Who thrusts his nose into a rareeshow?