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" Her lips were red; and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly: But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July. Her mouth so small, when she does speak Thou'dst swear... "
Lectures on the English Comic Writers: Delivered at the Surry Institution - 107. oldal
szerző: William Hazlitt - 1819 - 343 oldal
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Cyclopædia of English Literature, 1. kötet

Robert Chambers - 1844
...lips were red ; and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly ; me, and be my love. [The lymph's Re^y to tlie Pastionate SAejJunlBy Raleigk.] If * * * Passion, oh me ! how I run on ! There's that that would be thought upon I trow, besides the bride...

Specimens of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices, and ...

Thomas Campbell - 1844 - 716 oldal
...eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze, Than on the sun in July. Her mouth so »mall, when she does speak, Thou'dst swear her teeth her...good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit. If wishing shou'd be any sin, The parson himself had guilty been, She look'd that day so purely : And...

Lectures on the English Comic Writers

William Hazlitt - 1845 - 222 oldal
...lips were red ; and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin ; (Some bee had stung it newly) But (Dick) her eyes so guard her face, I durst no...breath of morning. Its sportive irony never trespasses on modesty, though it sometimes (laughing) threatens to do so ! Suckling's Letters are full of hahitual...

Lectures on the English Comic Writers

William Hazlitt - 1845 - 222 oldal
...sun in July. Her mouth so small, when she does speak, Thoud'st swear her teeth her words did bseak, That they might passage get; But she so handled still...breath of morning. Its sportive irony never trespasses on modesty, though it sometimes (laughing) threatens to do so! Suckling's Letters are full of habitual...

Sketches of the History of Literature and Learning in England ..., 3-4. kötet

George Lillie Craik - 1845
...tor Ingenious Head Pieces,' &e., 8vo. Lon. 1667." Her mouth so small when she does speak, Thou 'dst swear her teeth her words did break That they might...good as ours, or better, . And are not spent a whit. Passion o' me ! how I run on ! There 's that that would be thought upon, I trow, besides the bride...

The Prose and Poetry of Europe and America: Consisting of Literary Gems and ...

1845 - 600 oldal
...durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July. Her mouth so small when she does speak, Thou 'dst swear her teeth her words did break, That they might...matter, They came as good as ours, or better, And ore not spent a whit. Passion o' me ! how I run on ! There's that that would be thought upon, I trow,...

Cyclopædia of English Literature: A Selection of the Choicest Productions ...

Robert Chambers - 1847
...lips were red ; and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly ; But, D arc not spent a whit. * * • Passion, oh me ! how I run on ! There's that that would be thought upon,...

Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A Selection of the Choicest ..., 1. kötet

Robert Chambers - 1847
...in July. break, Her mouth so small, when she does speak, Thou'dst swear her teeth her words did br 1 * * * Passion, oh me ! how I run on ! There's that that would be thought upon, I trow, besides the...

Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A Selection of the Choicest ..., 1. kötet

Robert Chambers - 1849
...lips were red ; and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin, Some bee had etung it newly ; e prisoner's heart is eased ; The debtor drinks away...Though others' purses be more fat, Why should we pine, * • * Passion, oh me ! how I run on ! There's that that would be thought upon, I trow, besides the...

The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, 1. kötet

Abraham Mills - 1851
...Her lips were red; and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly; But Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more...good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit. Passion, oh me ! how I run on ! There's that that would be thought upon, I trow, besides the bride...




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