The Old Commodore, Volumen1Richard Bentley, 1837 - 307 páginas |
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... turning to her father , the little virago , taking the attitude of a tragedy queen , thus proceeded : " Do you imagine , sir , that I will suffer the best friend I have in the world to be ill - treated under the roof that will one day ...
... turning to her father , the little virago , taking the attitude of a tragedy queen , thus proceeded : " Do you imagine , sir , that I will suffer the best friend I have in the world to be ill - treated under the roof that will one day ...
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... turned round to bestow a portion of his rough tender- ness upon his nephew . “ Why , Gus , ” said he , shooting him through with his one eye , and hitching him up more closely to his side by a jerk with his hook THE OLD COMMODORE . 61.
... turned round to bestow a portion of his rough tender- ness upon his nephew . “ Why , Gus , ” said he , shooting him through with his one eye , and hitching him up more closely to his side by a jerk with his hook THE OLD COMMODORE . 61.
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... where he'll get lessons in humanity . " " Brother ! " said Lady Astell , shivering and turning pale , " did you hear that gust of wind , that seemed to shake the very house ? " " Sister , I did ; and I should think 62 THE OLD COMMODORE .
... where he'll get lessons in humanity . " " Brother ! " said Lady Astell , shivering and turning pale , " did you hear that gust of wind , that seemed to shake the very house ? " " Sister , I did ; and I should think 62 THE OLD COMMODORE .
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... turned upon his nephew , abruptly exclaiming , " See , sir , what your d - d Greek has done . " " The mis - quotation was from your own mouth , " said Mr. Underdown , looking up from his book . 66 Pray , sir , " said the Commodore , not ...
... turned upon his nephew , abruptly exclaiming , " See , sir , what your d - d Greek has done . " " The mis - quotation was from your own mouth , " said Mr. Underdown , looking up from his book . 66 Pray , sir , " said the Commodore , not ...
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... turning fiercely upon her his one burning , dark eye . " A mangy pig , " shrieked out the young lady , running behind Augustus . " Hah ! " said the Commodore , swallowing his rage with a mighty gulp ; " if she were not so like her ...
... turning fiercely upon her his one burning , dark eye . " A mangy pig , " shrieked out the young lady , running behind Augustus . " Hah ! " said the Commodore , swallowing his rage with a mighty gulp ; " if she were not so like her ...
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admiral arms articles of war Augustus Bacuissart beautiful Becky Belladonna better blessed boatswain bosom broad pennant brother cabin called Captain Oliphant chaplain child command Commo Commodore's countenance coxswain crew dare daughter dear Doctor dore dreadful Dredgely exclaimed eyes face father feelings flog Florentin French frigate gallant gentle gentleman Ginningham give gout guardian hand happy head hear heard heart honour Jaspar Hall kiss knew Lady Astell length look Lord Majesty midshipman mind Miss Belmont Miss Matilda Miss Rebecca modore mother nephew never night noble officers old Commodore person Peter Drivel poor post-captain Richard Stubbs Rosa Rosalie round Rubasore Rubasore's sail sailor ship Sir Octavius sister speak Spithead squadron stood talk tell thing thought took Trestletree Hall turned uncle Underdown voice walk whilst wish word young lady younker Zounds
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Página 296 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Página 186 - LOve in her Sunny Eyes does basking play ; Love walks the pleasant Mazes of her Hair ; Love does on both her Lips for ever stray ; And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there.
Página 296 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 105 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Página 163 - THERE WAS A MAN IN OUR TOWN. There was a man in our town, And he was wondrous wise ; He jumped into a bramble bush, And scratched out both his eyes : And when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main He jumped into another bush, And scratched them in again.
Página 232 - At every trifle scorn to take offence, That always shows great pride, or little sense; Those heads, as stomachs, are not sure the best, Which nauseate all, and nothing can digest. Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move...
Página 74 - Here am I in distress, like a ship water-logg'd, Not a tow-rope at hand, or an oar ; I am left by my crew, and may I be flogg'd But the doctor's a son of aw — e.
Página 159 - Love rules the court, the FLEET, the grove, Rules men below, and saints above, For love is heav'n, and heav'n is love." WE must still leave Captain Oliphant and Peter in the lane,— the one conversing with Farmer Drag, and the other ruminating upon how many possible puns there are in a calf's head, and put the reader still a little more au fait as to the state of affairs at Jaspar Hall.
Página 161 - TEACH me to love ! go teach thyself more wit ; I chief professor am of it. Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews, Teach boldness to the stews ; In tyrants...
Página 242 - You have not apparelled your fury well ; It goes too plain, like a scholar. Con. It is an ornament, Makes it more terrible ; and you shall find it, A weighty injury, and attended on By discreet valour ; because I do not strike you, Or give you the lie, (such foul preparatives Would show like the stale injury of wine), I reserve my rage to sit on my sword's point ; Which a great quantity of your best blood Can't satisfy.