The Portsmouth Road and Its Tributaries: To-day and in Days of OldChapman & Hall, 1895 - Počet stran: 372 |
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The Portsmouth Road and Its Tributaries: To-day and in Days of Old Charles George Harper Úplné zobrazení - 1895 |
The Portsmouth Road and Its Tributaries: To-day and in Days of Old Charles George Harper Úplné zobrazení - 1895 |
The Portsmouth Road and Its Tributaries: To-day and in Days of Old Charles George Harper Úplné zobrazení - 1895 |
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Strana 329 - In town let me live then, in town let me die, For in truth I can't relish the country, not I ! If one must have a villa in summer to dwell, Oh give me the sweet shady side of Pall Mall ! HANNAH MORE.
Strana 44 - ... a hardened and shameless Tea-drinker, who has for twenty years diluted his meals with only the infusion of this fascinating plant, whose kettle has scarcely time to cool, who with Tea amuses the evening, with Tea solaces the midnight, and with Tea welcomes the morning.
Strana 312 - Smugglers," at any great length, or with any detail, though a curious pamphlet which I have by me entitled, " A full and genuine History of the Inhuman and Unparalleled Murders of Mr. William Galley, a custom-house officer, and Mr. Daniel Chater, a shoemaker, by Fourteen notorious Smugglers with the trials and Execution of Seven of the Bloody Criminals at Chichester," would enable me if I had the inclination to do both the one and the other.
Strana 249 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view ! The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys warm and low ; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky !. The pleasant seat, the ruin'd tower, The naked rock, the shady bower; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm.
Strana 226 - ... than she: two or three nick-nacks to eat instead of a piece of bacon and a pudding: the house too neat for a dirty-shoed carter to be allowed to come into; and everything proclaiming to every sensible beholder that there is here a constant anxiety to make a show not warranted by the reality. The children (which is the worst part of it) are all too clever to work : they are all to be gentlefolks. Go to plough! Good God ! What "young gentlemen" go to plough ! They become clerks, or some skimmy-dish...
Strana 264 - Once I had a spaniel that was pupped in a rabbit burrow on the verge of Wolmer forest. Though I have long ceased to be a sportsman, yet I still love a dog ; and am attended daily by a beautiful spaniel with long ears, and a spotted nose and legs...
Strana 183 - His chaplain, he plied his wonted work, He prayed like a Christian and fought like a Turk ; Crying, ' Now for the King and the Duke of York,' With a thump, a thump, thump,
Strana 55 - Why this ceremony ? I know what it means ; let the man come and measure me for my coffin.
Strana 226 - When the old farm-houses are down (and down they must come in time) what a miserable thing the country will be! Those that are now erected are mere painted shells, with a mistress within, who is stuck up in a place she calls a parlour, with, if she have children, the "young ladies and gentlemen...
Strana 212 - Seven Thorns' was neared they one and all came to a dead stop. The tired, wearied, exhausted cattle refused to struggle through the snow mountains any longer. Guards, coachmen, passengers, and labourers attacked those masses of spotless white with spade and shovel, but all to no purpose. It seemed as if a way was not to be cleared. What stamping of feet and blowing of nails were there!