The old English gentleman, or, The fields and the woodsH. Colburn, 1841 |
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Strana 39
... buttons , had as much care bestowed upon its " cut " as any one of Beau Brummel's . A light buff waistcoat , rounded at the hips , descended far upon a pair of spotless buckskin anti - con- tinuations , and a pair of highly - polished ...
... buttons , had as much care bestowed upon its " cut " as any one of Beau Brummel's . A light buff waistcoat , rounded at the hips , descended far upon a pair of spotless buckskin anti - con- tinuations , and a pair of highly - polished ...
Strana 59
... button , upon which a fox's head , brush , and pads , were mounted . One by one was examined minutely , until a gold pin , in the shape of a stag at bay , was visible in the neatly - tied , snowy neckerchief . Up the look was carried ...
... button , upon which a fox's head , brush , and pads , were mounted . One by one was examined minutely , until a gold pin , in the shape of a stag at bay , was visible in the neatly - tied , snowy neckerchief . Up the look was carried ...
Strana 149
... button upon his waistcoat ; made the hat in his hand rough , and then rubbed it smooth ; brushed the hair off his forehead ; and , at length , summoned courage to begin . " Here goes , " said he ; " one fly and the rasper's cleared ...
... button upon his waistcoat ; made the hat in his hand rough , and then rubbed it smooth ; brushed the hair off his forehead ; and , at length , summoned courage to begin . " Here goes , " said he ; " one fly and the rasper's cleared ...
Strana 180
... Button rose from his squatting posture , doubtlessly from gratification at the com- pliment of being addressed in such good English , and replied , by wagging the short remains of his tail ; which reply , being in- terpreted , signified ...
... Button rose from his squatting posture , doubtlessly from gratification at the com- pliment of being addressed in such good English , and replied , by wagging the short remains of his tail ; which reply , being in- terpreted , signified ...
Strana 181
... Button , ” said Striver . Button pricked his pointed ears , inclined his head sideways , and looked as if he ques- tioned the accuracy of the report . " No , it ain't , " continued his master , inspecting more closely the specimen of a ...
... Button , ” said Striver . Button pricked his pointed ears , inclined his head sideways , and looked as if he ques- tioned the accuracy of the report . " No , it ain't , " continued his master , inspecting more closely the specimen of a ...
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added Anstruther asked the squire asked Wilmott attorney bird Bolton brow Bumstead Button close companion continued cousin curate dear door ears exclaimed the squire eyes Fanny father favourite fear fellow Fiddylee fingers flew for'ard gamekeeper Gaylad gentleman hallooed hand head heard heart Heaven horse hounds hunt huntsman inquired Jack Tiggle JOHN MILLS keeper laugh leap lips looked master merry morning neck never night observed OLD ENGLISH old whipper-in pawnbroker plied postboy Powis Titley proceeded quired rejoined Agnes rejoined the squire replied Agnes replied Charles replied Kate replied Peter replied the squire replied Titley replied Wilmott returned rose round RUPERT STREET scarcely Scourfield Hall shaking side Sir Horatio smile squire's stood stopped Striver tail tally-ho tell there's thick thing thought Titley's Tom Bolton trapper Trimbush turned uncle voice whip whispered William wish yards
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Strana 50 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Strana 148 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Strana 14 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide.
Strana 182 - Hark ! from yon covert, where those towering oaks Above the humble copse aspiring rise, What glorious triumphs burst in every gale Upon our ravish'd ears ! The hunters shout, The clanging horns swell their sweet-winding notes, The pack wide opening load the trembling air With various melody ; from tree to tree The propagated cry redoubling bounds...
Strana 12 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Strana 3 - He was a shrewd philosopher, And had read every text and gloss over, Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore. He could reduce all things to acts, And knew their nature by abstracts.
Strana 182 - The pack wide opening load the trembling air With various melody ; from tree to tree The propagated cry redoubling bounds, And winged zephyrs waft the floating joy...
Strana 117 - t; I have use for it. Go, leave me. — (Exit Emilia). I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it. Trifles, light as air, Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of Holy Writ.
Strana 3 - He understood b' implicit faith: Whatever Skeptic could inquire for; For every WHY he had a WHEREFORE : Knew more than forty of them do, As far as words and terms could go. All which he understood by rote, And, as occasion...
Strana 87 - O, sir, to wilful men, The injuries, that they themselves procure, Must be their schoolmasters : Shut up your doors ; He is attended with a desperate train ; And what they may incense him to, being apt To have his ear abus'd, wisdom bids fear. Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord ; 'tis a wild night : My Regan counsels well : come out o