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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... let him be in all cities , and in all towns , in fields , in ways , in yards , in houses , and in all other places , whether laying , or rising , walking , or running , leaning or standing , waking 10 THE PARLOUR PORTFOLIO ;
... let him be in all cities , and in all towns , in fields , in ways , in yards , in houses , and in all other places , whether laying , or rising , walking , or running , leaning or standing , waking 10 THE PARLOUR PORTFOLIO ;
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... town ; and were going to a neigh- bouring race . I joined with Tom in laughing at my own simplicity , and then we laughed at the folly of those who were so foolish as to pay these fellows for bringing what they were to pay for besides ...
... town ; and were going to a neigh- bouring race . I joined with Tom in laughing at my own simplicity , and then we laughed at the folly of those who were so foolish as to pay these fellows for bringing what they were to pay for besides ...
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... town on wedding - days were in the Spanish style , and every one danced with casta- nets in their hands . The bride always passed the first week in her father's house ; after which she was received with much pomp by her husband , whose ...
... town on wedding - days were in the Spanish style , and every one danced with casta- nets in their hands . The bride always passed the first week in her father's house ; after which she was received with much pomp by her husband , whose ...
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... Town , sus- pecting her husband of a connection with a likely negro wench in his own family , mixed a dose of poison in a fit of jealousy , and administered it to both in so large a quantity , that they expired in a few minutes after ...
... Town , sus- pecting her husband of a connection with a likely negro wench in his own family , mixed a dose of poison in a fit of jealousy , and administered it to both in so large a quantity , that they expired in a few minutes after ...
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... town talks about it --it enlivens conversation - a dozen witticisms . and puns are discharged every day from the newspapers - the Duellist is sent to his long home --and what next ? Apologetic paragraphs and letters , vindicating the ...
... town talks about it --it enlivens conversation - a dozen witticisms . and puns are discharged every day from the newspapers - the Duellist is sent to his long home --and what next ? Apologetic paragraphs and letters , vindicating the ...
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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...