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... What ! tae dookin ? -Here goes . [ The SHEPHERD plunges into the sea . Tickler . What the devil has become of James ? He is nowhere to be seen . That is but a gull - that only a seal— and that a mere pellock . James , James , James ...
... What ! tae dookin ? -Here goes . [ The SHEPHERD plunges into the sea . Tickler . What the devil has become of James ? He is nowhere to be seen . That is but a gull - that only a seal— and that a mere pellock . James , James , James ...
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... what's this gruppin me by the legs ? A sherk - a sherk - a sherk ! Tickler ( yellowing to the surface ) . Blabla ... what a sweepstakes ! Tickler . A Liverpool gentleman has undertaken , James , to swim four - and - twenty miles at a ...
... what's this gruppin me by the legs ? A sherk - a sherk - a sherk ! Tickler ( yellowing to the surface ) . Blabla ... what a sweepstakes ! Tickler . A Liverpool gentleman has undertaken , James , to swim four - and - twenty miles at a ...
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... What's the matter wi ' you , Mr Tickler ? [ Dives . Tickler . The calf of my right leg is rather harder than is altogether pleasant . A pretty business if it prove the cramp ; and the cramp it is , sure enough - Hallo - James - James ...
... What's the matter wi ' you , Mr Tickler ? [ Dives . Tickler . The calf of my right leg is rather harder than is altogether pleasant . A pretty business if it prove the cramp ; and the cramp it is , sure enough - Hallo - James - James ...
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... What's a man - o ' - war's barge , Mr Tickler , beautifu ' sicht though it be , to the hundred - oared canoe o ' some savage Island - king ! The King himsel lyin in state - no dead , but leevin , every inch o ' him - on a platform aboon ...
... What's a man - o ' - war's barge , Mr Tickler , beautifu ' sicht though it be , to the hundred - oared canoe o ' some savage Island - king ! The King himsel lyin in state - no dead , but leevin , every inch o ' him - on a platform aboon ...
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... what a bevy of ladies on deck . Let us dive . Shepherd . You may dive - for you swim improperly high ; but as for me , I seem in the water to be a mere Head , like a cherub on a church . A boat , captain - a boat ! Tickler . James , you ...
... what a bevy of ladies on deck . Let us dive . Shepherd . You may dive - for you swim improperly high ; but as for me , I seem in the water to be a mere Head , like a cherub on a church . A boat , captain - a boat ! Tickler . James , you ...
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Seite 279 - They rave, recite, and madden round the land. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge.
Seite 164 - He spake ; and, to confirm his words, out flew Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumined Hell.
Seite 279 - SHUT, shut the door, good John ! fatigued, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages ! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out : Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, 5 They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Seite 405 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Seite 416 - ... like lunacy. Under this uncertainty, I deemed it right to communicate to my parents, that, if I were to consider Lord Byron's past conduct as that of a person of sound mind, nothing could induce me to return to him.
Seite 405 - The sun had long since, in the lap Of Thetis, taken out his nap, And like a lobster boiled, the morn From black to red began to turn...
Seite 100 - ... the fulfilment of their fear ; For he must die who is their stay, Their glory disappear. A Power is passing from the earth To breathless Nature's dark abyss ; But when the great and good depart What is it more than this — That Man, who is from God sent forth, Doth yet again to God return ? — Such ebb and flow must ever be, Then wherefore should we mourn ? 1 1806. VI. LINES WRITTEN, NOVEMBER 13, 1814, ON A BLANK LEAF IN 1 COPY OF THE AUTHOR'S POEM " THE EXCURSION," UPON HEARING OF THE DEATH...
Seite 265 - ... all thoughts are in themselves imperishable ; and that, if the intelligent faculty should be rendered more comprehensive, it would require only a different and apportioned organization, the body celestial instead of the body terrestrial, to bring before every human soul the collective experience of its whole past existence. And this — this, perchance, is the dread Book of Judgment, in whose mysterious hieroglyphics every idle word is recorded...
Seite 168 - early to bed and early to rise, is the way to be healthy, wealthy, and wise.
Seite 364 - And what reasons are given for a judgment so directly opposed to every principle of sound and manly morality ? Merely this, that he cannot abide the sight of their apparatus ; that, from certain peculiar associations, he is affected with disgust when he passes by their shops.