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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... woman to wear chains without shaking them - took whole and sole possession of . They were her entire pro- perty ; as expressly made to convey to Caudle's brain the stream of wisdom that continually flowed from the lips of his wife , as ...
... woman to wear chains without shaking them - took whole and sole possession of . They were her entire pro- perty ; as expressly made to convey to Caudle's brain the stream of wisdom that continually flowed from the lips of his wife , as ...
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... WOMAN WITH TOBACCO - SMOKE . " I'm sure I don't know who'd be a poor woman ! I don't know who'd tie themselves up to a man , if they only knew half they'd have to bear . A wife must stay at home and be a drudge , whilst a man can go any ...
... WOMAN WITH TOBACCO - SMOKE . " I'm sure I don't know who'd be a poor woman ! I don't know who'd tie themselves up to a man , if they only knew half they'd have to bear . A wife must stay at home and be a drudge , whilst a man can go any ...
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... woman hadn't better be in heads , after their father has been upon the her grave than be married ! That is , if she tread - mill ? No ; I won't go to sleep . And can't be married to a decent man . No ; I I'm not talking of what's ...
... woman hadn't better be in heads , after their father has been upon the her grave than be married ! That is , if she tread - mill ? No ; I won't go to sleep . And can't be married to a decent man . No ; I I'm not talking of what's ...
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... woman ; but no , Mr. Caudle , no ; it's you who are the foolish man ; or worse than a foolish man ; you're a wicked one . If you were to die to - mor- row - and people who go to public - houses do all they can , to shorten their lives ...
... woman ; but no , Mr. Caudle , no ; it's you who are the foolish man ; or worse than a foolish man ; you're a wicked one . If you were to die to - mor- row - and people who go to public - houses do all they can , to shorten their lives ...
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... woman her death , I'm sure . What ! I shouldn't have locked up the coals ? If I hadn't I've no doubt the fel- low would have stayed all night . It's all very well for you , Mr. Caudle , to bring peo- ple home , -but I wish you'd think ...
... woman her death , I'm sure . What ! I shouldn't have locked up the coals ? If I hadn't I've no doubt the fel- low would have stayed all night . It's all very well for you , Mr. Caudle , to bring peo- ple home , -but I wish you'd think ...
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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...