The Parlour Portfolio, Or, Post-chaise Companion: Being a Selection of the Most Amusing and Interesting Articles and Anecdotes that Have Appeared in the Magazines, Newspapers, and Other Daily and Periodical Journals, from the Year 1700, to the Present Time, Band 1Matthew Iley, and sold, 1820 |
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... falls in a passion , attacks the dog with all hér her rage and fury , as if she had been his wife ,, scratches , bites , and cuffs him round the table , till the spectators had enough for their money . 1 There is a certain gentleman now ...
... falls in a passion , attacks the dog with all hér her rage and fury , as if she had been his wife ,, scratches , bites , and cuffs him round the table , till the spectators had enough for their money . 1 There is a certain gentleman now ...
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... falls down , so may he , except he recants and repents . Signed , PHILIP DUNN . " To the Printer of the London Evening Post.- Sir . - As a proof how little regard the king's friends ( as the present administration are pleased to style ...
... falls down , so may he , except he recants and repents . Signed , PHILIP DUNN . " To the Printer of the London Evening Post.- Sir . - As a proof how little regard the king's friends ( as the present administration are pleased to style ...
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... fall had our dear brother , Morblew ! Cries one , and damme ! t'other . The nations give a general screech , None cocks his tail , none claws his breech : Each trembles for the public weal , And for a while forgets to steal . A while ...
... fall had our dear brother , Morblew ! Cries one , and damme ! t'other . The nations give a general screech , None cocks his tail , none claws his breech : Each trembles for the public weal , And for a while forgets to steal . A while ...
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... fall ; Ay , there's the rub For in the mad pursuit what falls may come , When ev'ry hound each hardy sinew strains , And every breeze conveys enrapt'ring sounds : Must give us pause . - There's the respect That gives the fatal blow to ...
... fall ; Ay , there's the rub For in the mad pursuit what falls may come , When ev'ry hound each hardy sinew strains , And every breeze conveys enrapt'ring sounds : Must give us pause . - There's the respect That gives the fatal blow to ...
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... falling on his face , his nose bled : this gave occasion to the false report of a great person's shooting himself ; for which the above is all the foundation , and his Lordship is as well , Sir , as either you or me . Epitaph on a Sea ...
... falling on his face , his nose bled : this gave occasion to the false report of a great person's shooting himself ; for which the above is all the foundation , and his Lordship is as well , Sir , as either you or me . Epitaph on a Sea ...
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Seite 308 - Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin— who but he ; His fame soon spread around — He carries weight, he rides a race, 'Tis for a thousand pound.
Seite 308 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Seite 304 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Seite 305 - So three doors off the chaise was stayed, where they did all get in; Six precious souls, and all agog to dash through thick and thin.
Seite 410 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth, Still must mine, though bleeding, beat ; And the undying thought which paineth Is — that we no more may meet.
Seite 311 - Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
Seite 306 - John he cried, But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Seite 312 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Seite 231 - was a yeoman, and had no lands of his own ; only he had a farm of three or four pounds by the year at the uttermost, and hereupon he tilled so much as kept half a dozen men. He had walk for a hundred sheep, and my mother milked thirty kine...
Seite 159 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...