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Pagina 9
... head , I take to my feet , and ran avay very fast , so dat de guillotine , by gar , can no cut short my valk over de sea - not at all . Here I make de montre , vat you call de vatch . I am de horloger , de clock maker , and get de ...
... head , I take to my feet , and ran avay very fast , so dat de guillotine , by gar , can no cut short my valk over de sea - not at all . Here I make de montre , vat you call de vatch . I am de horloger , de clock maker , and get de ...
Pagina 10
... head de curtain , and sometime de sentinal he come and tuck me in vid de butt - end of his bayonet ; for de Jean Bull no have de poli- tesse to de autrefois jontilhomme at all ! but I am a very jonteel man for all dat . ' Sacre bleu no ...
... head de curtain , and sometime de sentinal he come and tuck me in vid de butt - end of his bayonet ; for de Jean Bull no have de poli- tesse to de autrefois jontilhomme at all ! but I am a very jonteel man for all dat . ' Sacre bleu no ...
Pagina 11
... heads in de night - cap : vell , I pull off my coat , dere is my vaistcoat - mon ami , my countreman pull off his coat , by gar , dere is no vaistcoat at all -but he vas very jonteel man for all dat . I pull off my vaistcoat dere is my ...
... heads in de night - cap : vell , I pull off my coat , dere is my vaistcoat - mon ami , my countreman pull off his coat , by gar , dere is no vaistcoat at all -but he vas very jonteel man for all dat . I pull off my vaistcoat dere is my ...
Pagina 12
... head , and no leave me none - he have no vaist- coat , no shirt - he make a shift and sleep in my potatoe sack- he get up vhile I sleep and run avay vid all my clothes , it is all bad , ma foi - but he is very jonteel man for all dat ...
... head , and no leave me none - he have no vaist- coat , no shirt - he make a shift and sleep in my potatoe sack- he get up vhile I sleep and run avay vid all my clothes , it is all bad , ma foi - but he is very jonteel man for all dat ...
Pagina 14
... head and thus began : Oh ! Molly Grundy , feather ha ' sent I here to dress ye ! Oh ! thou most unbearable of my sex ! Thy eyes domn'd light and pierced my heart sore ; -thy cheeks are dangnation red ! - thy lips like mackeral ! -thy ...
... head and thus began : Oh ! Molly Grundy , feather ha ' sent I here to dress ye ! Oh ! thou most unbearable of my sex ! Thy eyes domn'd light and pierced my heart sore ; -thy cheeks are dangnation red ! - thy lips like mackeral ! -thy ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 119 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar, I found it in his closet, 't is his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...
Pagina 229 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Pagina 106 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble...
Pagina 261 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore...
Pagina 34 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Pagina 207 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world : And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it ; — yet I'll hammer 't out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, My soul the father : and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts...
Pagina 118 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Pagina 120 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Pagina 107 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high. How they point to the Persian abodes, And glittering temples of their hostile gods!
Pagina 217 - ... abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor.— What's that,...