Sketches from Life, Svazek 3

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H. Colburn, 1846
 

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Strana 329 - Oh that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!
Strana 334 - My tables, — meet it is, I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark : [ Writing. So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word ; It is, Adieu, adieu ! remember me.
Strana 161 - He was a man, take him for all in all, We ne'er shall look upon his like again.
Strana 335 - Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? Ha! Swounds, I should take it, for it cannot be But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall To make oppression bitter, or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this slave's offal.
Strana 156 - What more felicity can fall to creature Than to enjoy delight with liberty, And to be lord of all the works of nature! To...
Strana 354 - Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in shape of a camel? Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Ham. Methinks, it is like a weasel. Put. It is backed like a weasel. Ham. Or, like a whale ? Pol. Very like a whale.
Strana 59 - So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber; and there were present the Picninnies, and the Joblillies, and the Garyulies, and the Grand Panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top; and they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots.
Strana 332 - Thrift, thrift, Horatio; the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Strana 58 - So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf, to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. 'What! no soap?
Strana 305 - Set you down this; And say, besides, that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by the throat the circumcized dog, And smote him, thus.

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