... for indulging in such nonsensical fancies at his time of life ; but he went on dreaming all the same until he was startled by the opening of a gate which connected his house with the Precincts. Somebody strode with a brisk, ringing step up the brick... Drawing Room Dramas - Strana 157autor/autoři: William Gorman Wills - 1873 - 172 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
| William Makepeace Thackeray - 1884 - 704 str.
...Somebody strode with a brisk, ringing step up the brick pathway to the front door, singing loudly, — 1 1 loved her, and she might have been The happiest in the land ; But she fancied a foreigner who played the clarinet In the middle of a Ger-man band.' Then came a vigorous pull at the... | |
| Herbert Robert Hand - 1869 - 60 str.
...my forehead ! (exposes bump thereon.) Exit CADMUS, n., leading away ANTIGONE.) Свк. (sings.) — I loved her and she might have been The happiest in the land ; But she buried Polynices who came against this State, In the middle of an Argive band. (Exit CKEON, L.) (ISJIENE... | |
| William Gorman Wills - 1873 - 184 str.
...he's a manaic ; upon her he dotes, Though from morning till night she is spinning those coats. And — [Sings sentimentally, to the air of " The Organ Grinder,"...; But she fancied a Prince who wore a coronet And diamond ring on his hand . I certainly love her, hut my temper it nettles To see her sit down with... | |
| William Makepeace Thackeray - 1884 - 684 str.
...Somebody strode with a brisk, ringing step up the brick pathway to the front door, singing loudly, — ' I loved her, and she might have been The happiest in the land ; But she fancied a foreigner who played the clarinet In the middle of a Ger-man band.' Then came a vigorous pull at the... | |
| John Bennion Booth - 1925 - 466 str.
...But she said ' It won't fizz, yours is nothing like his,' Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ! " " I loved her and she might have been The happiest in the land ; But she fancied a foreigner who played a flageolet In the middle of a German band." " Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son... | |
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