Essay on Irish bulls, by R. L. and M. EdgeworthJ. Johnson, 1808 - 280 Seiten |
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... Jones . This gentleman had reason to think himself the greatest of men ; for he had over his chimney - piece a well - smoked genealogy , duly attested , tracing his ancestry in a direct line up to Noah ; and moreover he was nearly re ...
... Jones . This gentleman had reason to think himself the greatest of men ; for he had over his chimney - piece a well - smoked genealogy , duly attested , tracing his ancestry in a direct line up to Noah ; and moreover he was nearly re ...
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... Jones was excusable for sometimes seeming to forget . that a schoolmaster is but a man . He however sometimes entirely forgot that a boy is but a boy ; and this happened most frequently with respect to little Dominick . This unlucky ...
... Jones was excusable for sometimes seeming to forget . that a schoolmaster is but a man . He however sometimes entirely forgot that a boy is but a boy ; and this happened most frequently with respect to little Dominick . This unlucky ...
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... Jones said to him , " Cot pless me , you plockit , and shall I never learn you enclish crammer ? " It was whispered in the ear of his Dionysius , that our little hero was a mimick ; and he was treated with in- creased severity . The ...
... Jones said to him , " Cot pless me , you plockit , and shall I never learn you enclish crammer ? " It was whispered in the ear of his Dionysius , that our little hero was a mimick ; and he was treated with in- creased severity . The ...
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... Jones's triumph over the little irish plockit was nearly complete for the boy's heart was almost broken , when there came to the school a new scholar - O , how unlike the others ! - His name was Edwards ; he was the son of a ...
... Jones's triumph over the little irish plockit was nearly complete for the boy's heart was almost broken , when there came to the school a new scholar - O , how unlike the others ! - His name was Edwards ; he was the son of a ...
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... Jones came into the school - room with an open letter in his hand , saying , " Here , you little irish plockit ; here's a letter from your mother . " The little irish blockhead started from his form , and , throwing his grammar on the ...
... Jones came into the school - room with an open letter in his hand , saying , " Here , you little irish plockit ; here's a letter from your mother . " The little irish blockhead started from his form , and , throwing his grammar on the ...
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Seite 186 - Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.
Seite 194 - And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot, too cool; for a drudge, disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Seite 194 - Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining...
Seite 125 - Well then, quoth Master More, how say you in this matter ? What think ye to be the cause of these shelves and flats that stop up Sandwich haven ? Forsooth, Sir, quoth he, I am an old man ; I think that Tenterton steeple is the cause of Goodwin sands. For I am an old man, Sir...
Seite 124 - ... matter concerning the stopping of Sandwich haven. Among others came in before him an old man with a white head, and one that was thought to be little less than a hundred years old.
Seite 186 - ... Hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand, and from his seat ' The monster moving onward came as fast, With horrid strides ; Hell trembled as he strode.
Seite 84 - Boeotian absurdity of our neighbours. What can, at first view, appear a grosser blunder than that of the Irishman who begged a friend to look over his library, to find for him the history of the world before the creation? Yet this anachronism of ideas is not unparalleled; it is matched, though on a more contracted scale, by an inscription on a British finger-post— "Had you seen these roads before they were made, You'd lift up your eyes, and bless Marshal Wade!
Seite 124 - Ye are the eldest man that I can espy in all this company, so that if any man can tell any cause of it, ye of likelihood can say most of it, or at leastwise more than any man here assembled. Yea, forsooth, good Master...
Seite 17 - Philosophers will not perhaps be so ready as his lordship has been to call this a blunder of the first magnitude. Those who have never been initiated into the mysteries of metaphysics may have the presumptuous ignorance to fancy that they understand what is meant by the common words...
Seite 97 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why should they know their fate ? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.