Temple Bar, Volumen5Ward and Lock, 1862 |
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... morning drinking ; for though we had to pay for our Wine and Ar- dent Drinks , the cellar of the Stag o ' Tyne was always handsomely fur- nished with barrels of strong ale , which Lobbin Clout or Colin Mayfly , the Hind or the Plough ...
... morning drinking ; for though we had to pay for our Wine and Ar- dent Drinks , the cellar of the Stag o ' Tyne was always handsomely fur- nished with barrels of strong ale , which Lobbin Clout or Colin Mayfly , the Hind or the Plough ...
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... morning to Aylesbury ! The Men Blacks were tied back to back , and thrown into such carts as could be pressed into the service from the farmsteads on the skirts of the Chase . One of the constables must needs offer , the Scoundrel , to ...
... morning to Aylesbury ! The Men Blacks were tied back to back , and thrown into such carts as could be pressed into the service from the farmsteads on the skirts of the Chase . One of the constables must needs offer , the Scoundrel , to ...
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... morning , in a halter made from strips of his blanket knotted together . The rest of us were knocked about by the Turnkeys , or abused by the Gaoleress , Mrs. Macphilader , pretty much as they liked . We were , however , not so badly ...
... morning , in a halter made from strips of his blanket knotted together . The rest of us were knocked about by the Turnkeys , or abused by the Gaoleress , Mrs. Macphilader , pretty much as they liked . We were , however , not so badly ...
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... morning , in the Dock , having been driven thereinto very much after the fashion of a flock of sheep . The Court was crowded , for the case against the Blacks had made a prodigious stir ; and the King's Attorney , the most furious ...
... morning , in the Dock , having been driven thereinto very much after the fashion of a flock of sheep . The Court was crowded , for the case against the Blacks had made a prodigious stir ; and the King's Attorney , the most furious ...
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... morning he was speechless , and died about eight o'clock . King remained with him a few hours , and then , rousing himself to provide for his own safety , he went in search of the natives . He felt lonely , and weak , and sad , and ...
... morning he was speechless , and died about eight o'clock . King remained with him a few hours , and then , rousing himself to provide for his own safety , he went in search of the natives . He felt lonely , and weak , and sad , and ...
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Página 58 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Página 58 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Página 66 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still, The better angel is a man right fair: The worser spirit a woman coloured ill. To win me soon to hell my female evil, Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil: Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Página 61 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Página 60 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Página 98 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Página 109 - O ! mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Página 63 - Now all is done, save what shall have no end; Mine appetite I never more will grind On newer proof, to try an older friend, A god in love, to whom I am confined: Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.
Página 63 - gainst my strong infection ; No bitterness that I will bitter think, Nor double penance, to correct correction. Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye Even that your pity is enough to cure me.
Página 56 - Poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song : But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice ; in it and in my rhyme.