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... Morning Papers ! " salute the ear ; that long stand crowded with its particoloured volumes attracts the eye . Here is a difference to the wearisome journeys of old times , when the traveller between London and its sister metropolis of ...
... Morning Papers ! " salute the ear ; that long stand crowded with its particoloured volumes attracts the eye . Here is a difference to the wearisome journeys of old times , when the traveller between London and its sister metropolis of ...
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... morning . For nigh full forty years the process had been the same ; which was , that as the scraps of string and ... mornings to his barber , but never failed purchasing a little extra pungent snuff , to stimulate his courage , as he ...
... morning . For nigh full forty years the process had been the same ; which was , that as the scraps of string and ... mornings to his barber , but never failed purchasing a little extra pungent snuff , to stimulate his courage , as he ...
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... morning rose upon this night , and cast its blue pocket - handkerchief , and going to the window sill , richest rays across the shadows of the golden drape - wrapped it round the old brown teapot with its poor pale , ries , and on the ...
... morning rose upon this night , and cast its blue pocket - handkerchief , and going to the window sill , richest rays across the shadows of the golden drape - wrapped it round the old brown teapot with its poor pale , ries , and on the ...
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... morning ing character may be observed in the paraded culpabilities that the " lobster salad " was nearly all " boiled sole , " and of immoral convicts , if we will but investigate fairly and insinuate a doubt as to whether the musicians ...
... morning ing character may be observed in the paraded culpabilities that the " lobster salad " was nearly all " boiled sole , " and of immoral convicts , if we will but investigate fairly and insinuate a doubt as to whether the musicians ...
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... morning until nine at night , without leav - gration , " beside attacking them perpetually in his ing the premises , save on Sundays . This was more than Monthly Censor , " and afterwards in his " Porcupine Cobbett could endure ...
... morning until nine at night , without leav - gration , " beside attacking them perpetually in his ing the premises , save on Sundays . This was more than Monthly Censor , " and afterwards in his " Porcupine Cobbett could endure ...
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Admiral Adrien Alice Ballycotton beautiful Birmingham called character child City of London classes dear door Duddlestone ELIZA COOK England eyes face father feel fire Fleet Street flowers garden George Stephenson girl give green Gussett hand happy head heart Hemingford honour hope hour human Islington Jack Richards John Ashmore JOHN OWEN kind labour lady Leigh Hunt light live London look Madeley Mary matter means ment mind Moggs moral morning mother nature never night once passed pleasure Pompey poor Port Phillip Ragged Schools rich round seemed servant smile society soon Sorento sorrow sort soul speak spirit street sweet tell thee things thought tion town truth turn voice walk whilst wife Willenhall window woman words young
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Seite 295 - But to nobler sights Michael from Adam's eyes the film removed, Which that false fruit, that promised clearer sight. Had bred; then purged with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see, And from the well of life three drops instill'd.
Seite 272 - Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove to rise ; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.
Seite 272 - Fair was she and young, when in hope began the long journey ; Faded was she and old, when in disappointment it ended. Each succeeding year stole something away from her beauty, Leaving behind it, broader and deeper, the gloom and the shadow. Then there appeared and spread faint streaks of gray o'er her forehead, Dawn of another life, that broke o'er her earthly horizon, As in the eastern sky the first faint streaks of the morning.
Seite 330 - When Poverty comes in at the Door, love flies out of the Window.
Seite 107 - For all earthly, and for some unearthly purposes, we have machines and mechanic furtherances ; for mincing our cabbages — for casting us into magnetic sleep. We remove mountains, and make seas our smooth highway; nothing can resist us. We war with rude nature; and, by our resistless engines, come off always victorious, and loaded with spoils.
Seite 182 - Yes verily; and by God's help so I will. And I heartily thank our heavenly Father, that he hath called me to this state of salvation, through Jesus Christ our Saviour. And I pray unto God to give me his grace, that I may continue in the same unto my life's end.
Seite 131 - Methinks the little wit I had is lost Since I saw you! For wit is like a rest Held up at tennis, which men do the best With the best gamesters. What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid!
Seite 107 - Were. we required to characterize this age of ours by any single' epithet, we should be tempted to call it, not an Heroical, Devotional, Philosophical, or Moral Age, but, above all others, the Mechanical Age. It is the Age of Machinery, in' every outward and inward sense of that word...
Seite 108 - Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat upon the throne, a sceptered hermit, wrapt in the solitude of his own originality. A mind bold, independent, and decisive — a will, despotic in its dictates — an energy that distanced expedition, and a conscience pliable to every touch of interest, marked the outline of this...
Seite 305 - The treasures of the deep are not so precious As are the concealed comforts of a man Locked up in woman's love. I scent the air Of blessings, when I come but near the house. What a delicious breath marriage sends forth. . . The violet bed's not sweeter.