Merry's Museum and Parley's Magazine, Объемы 31-32S.T. Allen & Company, 1856 |
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... laughed , and said " Mamma good- Harry naughty . " Just then , Harry's father came along , and , when he saw how things were going , he took Harry into the house , and had a long talk with him , trying to show the folly of passion , and ...
... laughed , and said " Mamma good- Harry naughty . " Just then , Harry's father came along , and , when he saw how things were going , he took Harry into the house , and had a long talk with him , trying to show the folly of passion , and ...
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... laughter and song , From springtide till springtide , They're flashing along . There's life in their sweetness , There's health in their flow , And they whisper of heaven . Wherever they go ; And they scatter , scatter wide The ...
... laughter and song , From springtide till springtide , They're flashing along . There's life in their sweetness , There's health in their flow , And they whisper of heaven . Wherever they go ; And they scatter , scatter wide The ...
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... laughter amidst the silence - at the antics of the bird and child , must be habitually sunken to the very chin in the Slough of Despond . Why , a bil- ious monster such as this , could never have fed on caper - sauce , i'sooth ! Why ...
... laughter amidst the silence - at the antics of the bird and child , must be habitually sunken to the very chin in the Slough of Despond . Why , a bil- ious monster such as this , could never have fed on caper - sauce , i'sooth ! Why ...
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... laughter have we indulged in , in watching the resigned air with which the philanthropic little fellow would cram their throats with the nauseous food . Yet he wore all the time an amusingly hopeful air , as if he expected gradually to ...
... laughter have we indulged in , in watching the resigned air with which the philanthropic little fellow would cram their throats with the nauseous food . Yet he wore all the time an amusingly hopeful air , as if he expected gradually to ...
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... your lady means to make a milkman of you . " " Why not ? " asked Hartly . " O nothing ; only don't leave much water in the cans after you rinse them - that's all ! " The boys laughed ,. 50 NOT ASHAMED OF RIDICULE . Not ashamed of Ridicule.
... your lady means to make a milkman of you . " " Why not ? " asked Hartly . " O nothing ; only don't leave much water in the cans after you rinse them - that's all ! " The boys laughed ,. 50 NOT ASHAMED OF RIDICULE . Not ashamed of Ridicule.
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Стр. 68 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave! And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Стр. 68 - When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neighed To join the dreadful revelry.
Стр. 68 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Стр. 12 - I loved the brimming wave that swam Thro' quiet meadows round the mill, The sleepy pool above the dam, The pool beneath it never still, The meal-sacks on the whiten'd floor, The dark round of the dripping wheel, The very air about the door Made misty with the floating meal.
Стр. 109 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Стр. 42 - ... the grand reformer of the age. From my spout, and such spouts as mine, must flow the stream that shall cleanse our earth of the vast portion of its crime and anguish, which has gushed from the fiery fountains of the still.
Стр. 41 - In the hot months, when its refreshment was most needed, the dust flew in clouds over the forgotten birthplace of the waters, now their grave. But, in the course of time, a Town Pump was sunk into the source of the ancient spring ; and when the first decayed, another took its place — and then another, and still another — till here stand I, gentlemen and ladies, to serve you with my iron goblet.
Стр. 40 - Go draw the cork, tip the decanter ; but when your great toe shall set you a-roaring, it will be no affair of mine. If gentlemen love the pleasant titillation of the gout, it is all one to the Town Pump. This thirsty dog, with his...
Стр. 43 - Dry work, this speechifying ; especially to an unpractised orator. I never conceived till now what toil the temperance lecturers undergo for my sake. Hereafter they shall have the business to themselves. Do, some kind Christian, pump a stroke or two, just to wet my whistle. Thank you, sir ! My dear hearers, when the world shall have been regenerated...
Стр. 144 - O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter? saith the LORD. Behold, as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.