The Olio, Or, Museum of Entertainment, Volumen5Joseph Shackell, 1830 |
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... body , and after a few struggles , lay dead at the feet of his brother . Wiping his bloody sword upon his brother's cloak , the fratricide sheathed his weapon and proceeded to force off the top of the tomb . The iron rang loudly against ...
... body , and after a few struggles , lay dead at the feet of his brother . Wiping his bloody sword upon his brother's cloak , the fratricide sheathed his weapon and proceeded to force off the top of the tomb . The iron rang loudly against ...
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... body of young la- dies , from the age of sixteen to eighteen * It is a flattering politeness to the com- pany to be waited on in the visit to the Rooms by men servants in green liveries with gold trimmings . were making prodigious ...
... body of young la- dies , from the age of sixteen to eighteen * It is a flattering politeness to the com- pany to be waited on in the visit to the Rooms by men servants in green liveries with gold trimmings . were making prodigious ...
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... body of poor Lartique carried by my windows . I had dined with him a week before in high health , but a bilious attack and three French phy . sicians soon brought him to the last gasp . The day he died they ordered him to be put into a ...
... body of poor Lartique carried by my windows . I had dined with him a week before in high health , but a bilious attack and three French phy . sicians soon brought him to the last gasp . The day he died they ordered him to be put into a ...
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... body , -thou dost havoc souls , And who shall heal them ? Let thy temples rise , Britannia ! -they are but satiric piles Of sanctity , while poison in thy press Is pour'd , and on its lying magic live Thy thousand vulgar , who heart ...
... body , -thou dost havoc souls , And who shall heal them ? Let thy temples rise , Britannia ! -they are but satiric piles Of sanctity , while poison in thy press Is pour'd , and on its lying magic live Thy thousand vulgar , who heart ...
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... body , they might be swept away by the first puff of wind , and made prey of by ground beetles or other carnivorous prowlers . To guard against when such was publicly asserted , and as publicly and THE OLIO . 13 The Chauffeurs.
... body , they might be swept away by the first puff of wind , and made prey of by ground beetles or other carnivorous prowlers . To guard against when such was publicly asserted , and as publicly and THE OLIO . 13 The Chauffeurs.
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Página 378 - And a river went out of Eden to water the garden; and from thence it was parted, and became into four heads.
Página 377 - And the Lord said, I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth ; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them.
Página 265 - Ye are the children of the LORD your God: ye shall not cut yourselves, nor make any baldness between your eyes for the dead. 2 for thou art an holy people unto the LORD thy God, and the LORD hath chosen thee to be a peculiar people unto himself, above all the nations that are upon the earth.
Página 250 - I have called two or three of our fresh ships round, and have no doubt of giving them a drubbing." " I hope," said Nelson, " none of our ships have struck." Hardy answered,
Página 250 - Captain Hardy, some fifty minutes after he had left the cockpit, returned ; and, again taking the hand of his dying friend and commander, congratulated him on having gained a complete victory. How many of the enemy were taken he did not know, as it was impossible to perceive them distinctly ; but fourteen or fifteen at least. " That's well, cried Nelson,
Página 266 - A sudden star, it shot through liquid air, And drew behind a radiant trail of hair. Not Berenice's locks first rose so bright, The heavens bespangling with dishevelled light.
Página 39 - We were on good terms, but his brother was my intimate friend. There were always great hopes of Peel, amongst us all, masters and scholars — and he has not disappointed them. As a scholar he was greatly my superior ; as a declaimer and actor, I was reckoned at least his equal ; as a schoolboy, out of school, I was always in scrapes, and he never ; and in school, he always knew his lesson, and I rarely, — but when I knew it, I knew it nearly as well. In general information, history, &c. &c., I...
Página 170 - Sanchez of Segovia, and made the same inquiry. By the time the latter had ascended the round-house, the light had disappeared. They saw it once or twice afterwards in sudden and passing gleams ; as if it were a torch in the bark of a fisherman, rising and sinking with the waves ; or in the hand of some person on shore, borne up and down as he walked from house to house. So transient and uncertain were these gleams, that few attached any importance to them ; Columbus, however, considered them as certain...
Página 251 - Kiss me, Hardy," said he. Hardy knelt down and kissed his cheek, and Nelson said, " Now I am satisfied. Thank God, I have done my duty." Hardy stood over him in silence for a moment or two, then knelt again, and kissed his forehead. " Who is that ?" said Nelson, and being informed, he replied, "God bless you, Hardy.
Página 86 - I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks, like a nymph; sometime sitting in the shade like a Goddess; sometime singing like an angel; sometime playing like Orpheus. Behold the sorrow of this world! Once amiss, hath bereaved me of all.