The old English gentleman, or, The fields and the woodsH. Colburn, 1841 |
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... stood , as they had done for centu- ries , towering to the clouds , and stretching forth their time - mossed limbs over the earth that nurtured them , like grateful children protecting their mother . The building stood upon elevated ...
... stood , as they had done for centu- ries , towering to the clouds , and stretching forth their time - mossed limbs over the earth that nurtured them , like grateful children protecting their mother . The building stood upon elevated ...
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... stood , full of thick underbrush . This was the pet one of surly John Bumstead , the gamekeeper , and was held more sacred in his estimation than the village church . Of The old house , without being magnificent from ornamental ...
... stood , full of thick underbrush . This was the pet one of surly John Bumstead , the gamekeeper , and was held more sacred in his estimation than the village church . Of The old house , without being magnificent from ornamental ...
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... The report of a gun cut short the sentence . The terriers pricked their ears at the sound , and stood with their master looking in the direction whence it came . " Where did that come from ? " asked the 40 THE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN .
... The report of a gun cut short the sentence . The terriers pricked their ears at the sound , and stood with their master looking in the direction whence it came . " Where did that come from ? " asked the 40 THE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN .
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... stood her young mistress , arranging the luxuriant ringlets which swept in careless order over her ivory shoulders . The squire's only child , the heiress of Scourfield Hall , was a beauty of no com- mon description . Her high and ...
... stood her young mistress , arranging the luxuriant ringlets which swept in careless order over her ivory shoulders . The squire's only child , the heiress of Scourfield Hall , was a beauty of no com- mon description . Her high and ...
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... stood the squire , caressing the Newfoundland dog . " We're coming , dear father , " said Kate . " How are you this morning , uncle dear ? " inquired Agnes . Quite well , my love , quite well . But come and make the tea . We throw off ...
... stood the squire , caressing the Newfoundland dog . " We're coming , dear father , " said Kate . " How are you this morning , uncle dear ? " inquired Agnes . Quite well , my love , quite well . But come and make the tea . We throw off ...
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added Anstruther asked the squire asked Wilmott attorney bird Bolton brow Bumstead Button close companion continued cousin curate dear door ears exclaimed the squire eyes Fanny father favourite fear fellow Fiddylee fingers flew for'ard gamekeeper Gaylad gentleman hallooed hand head heard heart Heaven horse hounds hunt huntsman inquired Jack Tiggle JOHN MILLS keeper laugh leap lips looked master merry morning neck never night observed OLD ENGLISH old whipper-in pawnbroker plied postboy Powis Titley proceeded quired rejoined Agnes rejoined the squire replied Agnes replied Charles replied Kate replied Peter replied the squire replied Titley replied Wilmott returned rose round RUPERT STREET scarcely Scourfield Hall shaking side Sir Horatio smile squire's stood stopped Striver tail tally-ho tell there's thick thing thought Titley's Tom Bolton trapper Trimbush turned uncle voice whip whispered William wish yards
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Seite 50 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Seite 148 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Seite 14 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide.
Seite 182 - Hark ! from yon covert, where those towering oaks Above the humble copse aspiring rise, What glorious triumphs burst in every gale Upon our ravish'd ears ! The hunters shout, The clanging horns swell their sweet-winding notes, The pack wide opening load the trembling air With various melody ; from tree to tree The propagated cry redoubling bounds...
Seite 12 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Seite 3 - He was a shrewd philosopher, And had read every text and gloss over, Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore. He could reduce all things to acts, And knew their nature by abstracts.
Seite 182 - The pack wide opening load the trembling air With various melody ; from tree to tree The propagated cry redoubling bounds, And winged zephyrs waft the floating joy...
Seite 117 - t; I have use for it. Go, leave me. — (Exit Emilia). I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it. Trifles, light as air, Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of Holy Writ.
Seite 3 - He understood b' implicit faith: Whatever Skeptic could inquire for; For every WHY he had a WHEREFORE : Knew more than forty of them do, As far as words and terms could go. All which he understood by rote, And, as occasion...
Seite 87 - O, sir, to wilful men, The injuries, that they themselves procure, Must be their schoolmasters : Shut up your doors ; He is attended with a desperate train ; And what they may incense him to, being apt To have his ear abus'd, wisdom bids fear. Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord ; 'tis a wild night : My Regan counsels well : come out o