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... don't know , there is a sort of a something , that is a - a kind of - I would say a - a je ne scai quoi , -that is to say , -in fact , you understand me . Aye , you would say , he is only fit to play the walking gentleman . No , my dear ...
... don't know , there is a sort of a something , that is a - a kind of - I would say a - a je ne scai quoi , -that is to say , -in fact , you understand me . Aye , you would say , he is only fit to play the walking gentleman . No , my dear ...
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... don't you think the boxes look very dull to night ? Dull ! no wonder , don't you see they are all in tiers . Tears , that's a pun of the first water . D - n it ! how your wit flows to - night ! Sir , it won't flow , if you dam it . Hey ...
... don't you think the boxes look very dull to night ? Dull ! no wonder , don't you see they are all in tiers . Tears , that's a pun of the first water . D - n it ! how your wit flows to - night ! Sir , it won't flow , if you dam it . Hey ...
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... Don't you see the sarvent girl ? " And there she vas sure enough , a giving Poll some vhite o ' negg for breakfast ; so said I to her , said I , get out of the vay , marm , says I , and put yourself in a safe place , says I. So says she ...
... Don't you see the sarvent girl ? " And there she vas sure enough , a giving Poll some vhite o ' negg for breakfast ; so said I to her , said I , get out of the vay , marm , says I , and put yourself in a safe place , says I. So says she ...
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... don't know . Why don't you go home ? -Acause I've got none.- ) -Well , go to your mother's . I haven't got one . - Go to your father , then . - I've not got a father . - Go to your brother's or sister's then . - I've not got any . Well ...
... don't know . Why don't you go home ? -Acause I've got none.- ) -Well , go to your mother's . I haven't got one . - Go to your father , then . - I've not got a father . - Go to your brother's or sister's then . - I've not got any . Well ...
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... don't like such wit , I'll tell her I was in the gallery ; aye , the gallery - the gallery , there's the rub ; ( hiccup ) no , it is not the rub , for she'll give me a rub there , and say , I should not have gone into the gallery if I ...
... don't like such wit , I'll tell her I was in the gallery ; aye , the gallery - the gallery , there's the rub ; ( hiccup ) no , it is not the rub , for she'll give me a rub there , and say , I should not have gone into the gallery if I ...
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Page 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...
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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,...