The Library of Wit and Humor, Prose and Poetry: Selected from the Literature of All Times and Nations, Band 1Gebbie Publishing Company, Limited, 1894 |
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... manner did Mrs. Caudle's wisdom smell of the rush- light . She knew that her husband was too much distracted by his business as toy - man and doll - merchant to digest her lessons in the broad day . Besides , she could never make sure ...
... manner did Mrs. Caudle's wisdom smell of the rush- light . She knew that her husband was too much distracted by his business as toy - man and doll - merchant to digest her lessons in the broad day . Besides , she could never make sure ...
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... manner , Mr. Caudle ; unless you expect the bed to let you fall through . You call your- self a respectable tradesman , I suppose ? Ha ! I only wish people knew you as well as I do ! Swearing at eggs , indeed ! But I'm tired of this ...
... manner , Mr. Caudle ; unless you expect the bed to let you fall through . You call your- self a respectable tradesman , I suppose ? Ha ! I only wish people knew you as well as I do ! Swearing at eggs , indeed ! But I'm tired of this ...
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... manner ? That won't make me hold my tongue , I can tell you . You think to have it all your own way - but you won't , Mr. Caudle ! You can insult my dinner ; look like a demon , I may say , at a wholesome piece of cold mutton - ah ! the ...
... manner ? That won't make me hold my tongue , I can tell you . You think to have it all your own way - but you won't , Mr. Caudle ! You can insult my dinner ; look like a demon , I may say , at a wholesome piece of cold mutton - ah ! the ...
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... manner . Caudle , you ought to be ashamed of yourself ! You can't speak well of anybody . Where do you think to go to ? " What do you say , then , to Sniggins ? Now , don't bounce round in that way , let- ting the cold air into the bed ...
... manner . Caudle , you ought to be ashamed of yourself ! You can't speak well of anybody . Where do you think to go to ? " What do you say , then , to Sniggins ? Now , don't bounce round in that way , let- ting the cold air into the bed ...
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... manner . when you're swearing ; and you swear when you little think it ; and I say you must go on swearing as you did , and seize your hat like a savage , and rush out of the house , and go and take your dinner at a tavern ! A pretty ...
... manner . when you're swearing ; and you swear when you little think it ; and I say you must go on swearing as you did , and seize your hat like a savage , and rush out of the house , and go and take your dinner at a tavern ! A pretty ...
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Seite 246 - Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules. But beware instinct. The lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
Seite 248 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Seite 240 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. {Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world...
Seite 275 - King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Seite 64 - Then Abner Dean of Angel's raised a point of order — when A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen, And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.
Seite 381 - ... till they could all play very near, or altogether as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty thousand strong, we twenty would come into the field the tenth of March, or thereabouts; and we would challenge twenty of the enemy; they could not in their honor refuse us; well, we would kill them: challenge twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them too...
Seite 86 - There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin*. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An" in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back from Concord busted.
Seite 217 - The Angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.
Seite 259 - Dolphin chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Whitsun week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor ; thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife.
Seite 381 - March, or thereabouts, and we would challenge twenty of the enemy. They could not in their honour refuse us. Well, we would kill them ; challenge twenty more, kill them ; twenty more, kill them ; twenty more, kill them too ; and thus would we kill every man his twenty a day — that's twenty score; twenty score, that's two hundred; two hundred a day, five days a thousand; forty thousand; forty times five, five times forty, two hundred days kills them all up by computation. And this will I venture...