Noetes Ambrosianæ, Band 5Redfield, 1854 |
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... King ! Louis Philippe ! Baroness de la Feucheres ! Last of the Condès ! * Suicide ! Strangulation ! Mur- der ! Murder ! Murder ! * This refers to a sad tragedy . The Prince of Condè , an aged man , and father of the Duc d'En- ghein ...
... King ! Louis Philippe ! Baroness de la Feucheres ! Last of the Condès ! * Suicide ! Strangulation ! Mur- der ! Murder ! Murder ! * This refers to a sad tragedy . The Prince of Condè , an aged man , and father of the Duc d'En- ghein ...
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... King Pepin , TAPPITOURY , the PECH , and " the rest . " The Pech . Loshy - days ! loshy - days ! loshy - days ! Is Mr. North and master fechtin ! Hech ! if they're no in grupps ! Ambrose ( shaking his black brows ) . Avaunt , vermin ...
... King Pepin , TAPPITOURY , the PECH , and " the rest . " The Pech . Loshy - days ! loshy - days ! loshy - days ! Is Mr. North and master fechtin ! Hech ! if they're no in grupps ! Ambrose ( shaking his black brows ) . Avaunt , vermin ...
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... kings , and bore a high name for politeness . To try him , the king one day asked him to take a ride in the royal ... king afterward said , " Lord Stair is a very well - bred man . Any other would have delayed me with apologies for ...
... kings , and bore a high name for politeness . To try him , the king one day asked him to take a ride in the royal ... king afterward said , " Lord Stair is a very well - bred man . Any other would have delayed me with apologies for ...
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... King Pepin ? Ambrose . Oh ! no , no , no , no , no , sir ! North . Tappitoury ? Ambrose . Oh ! no , no , no , no , no , no , sir ; oh no , no ! North . The Pech ? Ambrose . Oh ! oh ! oh ! no , no , no , no , no , no , no , no , sir ! Oh ...
... King Pepin ? Ambrose . Oh ! no , no , no , no , no , sir ! North . Tappitoury ? Ambrose . Oh ! no , no , no , no , no , no , sir ; oh no , no ! North . The Pech ? Ambrose . Oh ! oh ! oh ! no , no , no , no , no , no , no , no , sir ! Oh ...
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... King . Yet ' tis equal to the best of Vandyke's- Tickler . Though nothing similar - either in conception or execu- tion . No more glorious Highland chieftain ever trod the heather . Gazing on him , you feel the lines of Campbell ...
... King . Yet ' tis equal to the best of Vandyke's- Tickler . Though nothing similar - either in conception or execu- tion . No more glorious Highland chieftain ever trod the heather . Gazing on him , you feel the lines of Campbell ...
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admiration afore alang amang Ambrose ance anither atween auld Aytoun baith beauty Bill Brougham Buller canna character Charles Kemble Christopher North cou'd cretur dear James dinna doon Duke Edinburgh England eyes face fear feel Forest frae genius Grey gude Hall happy haun hear heard heart heaven Hogg honor hope House human hurra imagination intil ither Jeffrey King look Lord Lord Advocate Lord Althorp Lord Brougham Lord Grey Lord Melbourne Maginn mair maist maun micht mind Mullion mysell naething nature never Noctes North owre passion poet political Reform Registrar round Sam Anderson Scotland Shepherd sing soul speak spirit sure tell thae theatres there's thing thocht thou Tickler Tory true verra warld weel Whig WILLIAM MAGINN word wou'd
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Seite 176 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Seite 77 - It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Seite 34 - For the yeo-heave-o', and the heave-away, and the sighing seaman's cheer : When, weighing slow, at eve they go, far, far from love and home ; And sobbing sweethearts, in a row, wail o'er the ocean foam. In livid and obdurate gloom he darkens down at last; A shapely one he is, and strong, as e'er from cat was cast.
Seite 34 - And for the ghastly-grinning shark, to laugh his jaws to scorn: To leap down on the kraken's back, where 'mid Norwegian isles He lies, a lubber anchorage for sudden...
Seite 34 - King, and royal craftsmen we ; Strike in, strike in, the sparks begin to dull their rustling red!" Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped ; Our anchor soon must change...
Seite 420 - twas a bashful art, That I might rather feel, than see, The swelling of her heart. I calmed her fears, and she was calm, And told her love with virgin pride; And so I won my Genevieve, My bright and beauteous Bride.
Seite 297 - Search then the ruling passion: there, alone, The wild are constant, and the cunning known; The fool consistent, and the false sincere; Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here. This clue once found, unravels all the rest, The prospect clears, and Wharton stands confest.
Seite 34 - Give honor to their memories who left the pleasant strand, To shed their blood so freely for the love of Fatherland — Who left their chance of quiet age and...
Seite 146 - And heaven had wanted one immortal song. But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.
Seite 11 - Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.