Noctes Ambrosianæ, 5. kötetW. J. Widdleton, 1863 |
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... King ! Louis Philippe ! Baroness de la Feucheres ! Last of the Condes ! * Suicide ! Strangulation ! Mur- der ! Murder ! Murder ! * This refers to a sad tragedy . The Prince of Condè , an aged man , and father of the Duc d'En- ghein ...
... King ! Louis Philippe ! Baroness de la Feucheres ! Last of the Condes ! * Suicide ! Strangulation ! Mur- der ! Murder ! Murder ! * This refers to a sad tragedy . The Prince of Condè , an aged man , and father of the Duc d'En- ghein ...
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John Wilson. Enter in consternation MoN . CADET , SIR David , King PEPIN , TAPPITOURY , the PECH , and " the rest . " The Pech . Loshy - days ! loshy - days ! loshy - days ! Is Mr. North and master fechtin ! Hech ! if they're no in ...
John Wilson. Enter in consternation MoN . CADET , SIR David , King PEPIN , TAPPITOURY , the PECH , and " the rest . " The Pech . Loshy - days ! loshy - days ! loshy - days ! Is Mr. North and master fechtin ! Hech ! if they're no in ...
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... kings , and bore a high name for politeness . To try him , the king one day asked him to take a ride in the royal ... king afterward said , " Lord Stair is a very well - bred man . Any other would have delayed me with apologies for ...
... kings , and bore a high name for politeness . To try him , the king one day asked him to take a ride in the royal ... king afterward said , " Lord Stair is a very well - bred man . Any other would have delayed me with apologies for ...
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... King Pepin ? Ambrose . Oh ! no , no , no , no , no , sir ! North . Tappitoury ? Ambrose . Oh ! no , no , no , no , no , no , sir ; oh no , no ! North . The Pech ? Ambrose . Oh ! oh ! oh ! no , no , no , no , no , no , no , no , sir ! Oh ...
... King Pepin ? Ambrose . Oh ! no , no , no , no , no , sir ! North . Tappitoury ? Ambrose . Oh ! no , no , no , no , no , no , sir ; oh no , no ! North . The Pech ? Ambrose . Oh ! oh ! oh ! no , no , no , no , no , no , no , no , sir ! Oh ...
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... King . Yet ' tis equal to the best of Vandyke's Tickler . Though nothing similar - either in conception or execu- tion . No more glorious Highland chieftain ever trod the heather , Gazing on him , you feel the lines of Campbell ...
... King . Yet ' tis equal to the best of Vandyke's Tickler . Though nothing similar - either in conception or execu- tion . No more glorious Highland chieftain ever trod the heather , Gazing on him , you feel the lines of Campbell ...
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admiration afore alang amang Ambrose anither atween auld Aytoun baith beauty Bill Brougham Buller canna character Charles Kemble Christopher North Colonsay cretur dear James dinna doon drama Duke Edinburgh England eyes face fear feel Forest frae genius Grey gude Hall happy haun hear heard heart heaven Hogg honor hope House human hurra imagination intil ither Jeffrey King look Lord Lord Advocate Lord Althorp Lord Brougham Lord Grey Lord Melbourne Maginn mair maist maun micht mind Mullion mysell naething nature never Noctes North owre passion poet Reform Registrar round Sam Anderson Scotland Shepherd sing soul speak spirit sure tell thae theatres there's thing thocht thou Tickler Tory true verra warld weel Whigs WILLIAM MAGINN word wou'd
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11. oldal - Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
34. oldal - O broad-armed Fisher of the deep, whose sports can equal thine ? The Dolphin weighs a thousand tons that tugs thy cable line : And night by night 'tis thy delight, thy glory day by day...
33. oldal - COME, see the Dolphin's anchor forged! 'tis at a white heat now — The bellows ceased, the flames decreased; though, on the forge's brow, The little flames still fitfully play through the sable mound. And fitfully you still may see the grim smiths ranking round; All clad in leathern panoply, their broad hands only bare. Some rest upon their sledges here, some work the windlass there.
34. oldal - King, and royal craftsmen we ; Strike in, strike in, the sparks begin to dull their rustling red!" Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped ; Our anchor soon must change his bed of fiery rich array...
8. oldal - Heaven o'er my head seems made of molten brass, The earth of flaming sulphur, yet I am not mad. I am acquainted with sad misery As the tanned galley-slave is with his oar; Necessity makes me suffer constantly, And custom makes it easy.
176. oldal - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
146. oldal - Oh! had he been content to serve the Crown, With virtues only proper to the gown; Or had the rankness of the soil been freed From cockle that oppressed the noble seed; David for him his tuneful harp had strung.
34. oldal - And for the ghastly grinning shark to laugh his jaws to scorn : — To leap down on the kraken's back, where 'mid Norwegian isles He lies, a lubber anchorage for sudden...
420. oldal - twas a bashful art, That I might rather feel, than see, The swelling of her heart. I calmed her fears, and she was calm, And told her love with virgin pride; And so I won my Genevieve, My bright and beauteous Bride.
104. oldal - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea. When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.