The reciter's companion; comprising the most popular recitations, comic tales [&c.].1848 |
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... cursed liquor squirted through my nose and fingers like a fountain , over all the dishes ; and I was crushed by bursts of laughter from all quarters . In vain did Sir Thomas reprimand the servants , and Lady Friendly chide her daughters ...
... cursed liquor squirted through my nose and fingers like a fountain , over all the dishes ; and I was crushed by bursts of laughter from all quarters . In vain did Sir Thomas reprimand the servants , and Lady Friendly chide her daughters ...
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... cursed hole , but late skinn'd o'er ! Down plumps the Jew ; but , in a trice , Rising he caught the friendly ice . He grasp'd he yell❜d a hideous cry : No friendly help , alas ! was nigh ; Save a poor monk - who quickly ran To snatch ...
... cursed hole , but late skinn'd o'er ! Down plumps the Jew ; but , in a trice , Rising he caught the friendly ice . He grasp'd he yell❜d a hideous cry : No friendly help , alas ! was nigh ; Save a poor monk - who quickly ran To snatch ...
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... curse- " He comes ! " - he cried with wild grimace , " The fellest of Apollyon's race ! " — Then in his startled pupil's face He dash'd - an EMPTY PURSE !! THE IRISH GHOST . In days of yore , but since the flood , Whilst Teague in bed ...
... curse- " He comes ! " - he cried with wild grimace , " The fellest of Apollyon's race ! " — Then in his startled pupil's face He dash'd - an EMPTY PURSE !! THE IRISH GHOST . In days of yore , but since the flood , Whilst Teague in bed ...
Page 56
... cursed lies ? " Those sops , alas ! no more are nice ; " Those lips no longer pout ; " And dark and cold's the kitchen grate ; " And every spark is out . " The hungry worm my master is , " His cook I now remain ; " Cold lasts our night ...
... cursed lies ? " Those sops , alas ! no more are nice ; " Those lips no longer pout ; " And dark and cold's the kitchen grate ; " And every spark is out . " The hungry worm my master is , " His cook I now remain ; " Cold lasts our night ...
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... cursed the cow - then went and told her master , He'd better kept the one with which he'd parted , For this one's milk was blue , and came no faster- Indeed poor Dolly seem'd quite broken - hearted . " What's to be done ? " cried Jolter ...
... cursed the cow - then went and told her master , He'd better kept the one with which he'd parted , For this one's milk was blue , and came no faster- Indeed poor Dolly seem'd quite broken - hearted . " What's to be done ? " cried Jolter ...
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Arrah black crows blood Bolus brow Brutus bull Cæsar call'd Cassius clown countreman cried cursed dear death dere devil dinner doctor door dreadful Duke e'er eyes farmer father fear Fiddle-de-dee fool gentleman George Benson ghost give grave hand haste head hear heard heart Heaven Hodge honour horse Husband Irish stew Jolter jonteel lady Lapstone laugh linguæ littel boy look look'd lord loud Madam Mary master Monsieur morn Mortlake mysen ne'er never night nose Numps o'er once pass'd poor portmanteau pray quoth replied Richard Penlake Romford round Saib Sally sare seem'd shilling Sir Phil sleep smile soon soul soup maigre sprite squire sure swear sweet tale tears tell thee there's thing thou thought TOM LONG tongue Twas twill Vell ween wife wild word wretch Xenophon Zounds
Popular passages
Page 148 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an houourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Page 150 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Page 148 - Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason...
Page 237 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Page 163 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Page 237 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Page 202 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
Page 209 - Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. "And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Page 206 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Page 238 - Can well recall what then it heard. Where is thy native, simple heart, Devote to Virtue, Fancy, Art ? Arise, as in that elder time, Warm...