The Library of Wit and Humor, Prose and Poetry: Selected from the Literature of All Times and Nations, Volumen1Gebbie Publishing Company, Limited, 1894 |
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... eyes all night -but what's that to you , so people can call you liberal , Mr. Caudle ? Your wife and children may all be burnt alive in their beds -as all of us to a certainty shall be , for the insurance must drop . And after we've in ...
... eyes all night -but what's that to you , so people can call you liberal , Mr. Caudle ? Your wife and children may all be burnt alive in their beds -as all of us to a certainty shall be , for the insurance must drop . And after we've in ...
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... eyes for a week - no , you sha'n't - unless you tell me some of it . Come , there's a good creature ; there's a love . I'm sure , Caudle , I wouldn't refuse you anything - and you know it , or ought to know it by this time . I only wish ...
... eyes for a week - no , you sha'n't - unless you tell me some of it . Come , there's a good creature ; there's a love . I'm sure , Caudle , I wouldn't refuse you anything - and you know it , or ought to know it by this time . I only wish ...
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... eyes ! But the whole world shall know of your cruelty , Mr. Caudle . After the wife I've been to you . Somebody else , indeed , to sew your buttons ! I'm no longer to be mistress in my own house ! Ha , Caudle ! MRS . CAUDLE'S CURTAIN ...
... eyes ! But the whole world shall know of your cruelty , Mr. Caudle . After the wife I've been to you . Somebody else , indeed , to sew your buttons ! I'm no longer to be mistress in my own house ! Ha , Caudle ! MRS . CAUDLE'S CURTAIN ...
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... eyes , dear soul - and at her time of life ! 폰 Caudle's Return . GEBBIE & CO 3 ENGR ". mistress in my own house ! Ha ... eye she has for a joint ! The butcher doesn't walk that could deceive dear mother . And then , again , for poultry ...
... eyes , dear soul - and at her time of life ! 폰 Caudle's Return . GEBBIE & CO 3 ENGR ". mistress in my own house ! Ha ... eye she has for a joint ! The butcher doesn't walk that could deceive dear mother . And then , again , for poultry ...
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... eyes , you would see how ill I am ; but you've no eyes for anybody belonging to you : oh no ! your eyes are for people out of doors . It's very well for you to call me a foolish , aggravating woman ! I should like to see the woman who'd ...
... eyes , you would see how ill I am ; but you've no eyes for anybody belonging to you : oh no ! your eyes are for people out of doors . It's very well for you to call me a foolish , aggravating woman ! I should like to see the woman who'd ...
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The Library of Wit and Humor, Prose and Poetry, Volumen1 Ainsworth Rand Spofford Vista completa - 1891 |
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Página 246 - Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules. But beware instinct. The lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
Página 248 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Página 240 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. {Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world...
Página 275 - King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Página 64 - Then Abner Dean of Angel's raised a point of order — when A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen, And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.
Página 381 - ... till they could all play very near, or altogether as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty thousand strong, we twenty would come into the field the tenth of March, or thereabouts; and we would challenge twenty of the enemy; they could not in their honor refuse us; well, we would kill them: challenge twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them too...
Página 86 - There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin*. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An" in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back from Concord busted.
Página 217 - The Angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.
Página 259 - Dolphin chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Whitsun week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor ; thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife.
Página 381 - March, or thereabouts, and we would challenge twenty of the enemy. They could not in their honour refuse us. Well, we would kill them ; challenge twenty more, kill them ; twenty more, kill them ; twenty more, kill them too ; and thus would we kill every man his twenty a day — that's twenty score; twenty score, that's two hundred; two hundred a day, five days a thousand; forty thousand; forty times five, five times forty, two hundred days kills them all up by computation. And this will I venture...