The Old Hall, Or, Our Hearth and Homestead, Том 1T.C. Newby, 1845 |
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... a very short period afterwards the bell sent forth a sound that might be heard a full league away . Every hand was now turned to saving what- ever was c 3 THE OLD HALL . 33 Squire, driving the pressing crowd before ...
... a very short period afterwards the bell sent forth a sound that might be heard a full league away . Every hand was now turned to saving what- ever was c 3 THE OLD HALL . 33 Squire, driving the pressing crowd before ...
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John Mills. Every hand was now turned to saving what- ever was within reach and portable . Pictures that had hung unmolested for an age upon time - worn rusty nails were torn down and hurled from the windows , among heaps of an- tique ...
John Mills. Every hand was now turned to saving what- ever was within reach and portable . Pictures that had hung unmolested for an age upon time - worn rusty nails were torn down and hurled from the windows , among heaps of an- tique ...
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... turned another . " He ought to have been strangled at his birth . ” " Tut , tut , neighbour , " added a third . " We can't choose our own faces , and we've no rea- son to think Mike would be so wicked . Be- sides , if he had fired the ...
... turned another . " He ought to have been strangled at his birth . ” " Tut , tut , neighbour , " added a third . " We can't choose our own faces , and we've no rea- son to think Mike would be so wicked . Be- sides , if he had fired the ...
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... Turning his face to the dew - dropping south . " A WATCHFUL cock , who had been blinking and winking , in his dosy uncertain sleep , for a glimpse of pale light now threatening to tinge the dark border of the East , caught the maiden ...
... Turning his face to the dew - dropping south . " A WATCHFUL cock , who had been blinking and winking , in his dosy uncertain sleep , for a glimpse of pale light now threatening to tinge the dark border of the East , caught the maiden ...
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... turned out to be than he was fain to admit . " Yes , yes , " he would say , " the saddle's put on the right horse . This accounts for the ' place in town , ' and all that smoke is blown away . Oh , John , I little thought that you were ...
... turned out to be than he was fain to admit . " Yes , yes , " he would say , " the saddle's put on the right horse . This accounts for the ' place in town , ' and all that smoke is blown away . Oh , John , I little thought that you were ...
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Стр. 45 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Стр. 189 - Let me play the Fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Стр. 270 - O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Стр. 1 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Стр. 243 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who, A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Стр. 3 - England, with all thy faults, I love thee still — My country ! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrain'd to love thee.
Стр. 179 - ... minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year...
Стр. 134 - I am not saying we ought to tell the veteran what he ought to do, or what he ought not to do...
Стр. 223 - ... faded, of scenes of former times ; yet that in which the Squire and John Hardy were ensconced, on the shortest day of the year, did not lack a comfortable...
Стр. 8 - ... the crumbling hand of time, and the ravages of tempests and the storms of ages. A dried fosse surrounded the building, on the banks of which many a garden flower grew, and tall elms now towered from the very bed ; convincing proof that it must have been a long time ago since it had been applied for the...