Alice Bridge of Norwich1879 |
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... lives . ' But oh , my boy Will , you look hand- somer than I ever saw you ; you are a shining light . There , go to the pump and wash your face and neck . Say nought about the mischance , neighbours , and you'll see the pasty will be ...
... lives . ' But oh , my boy Will , you look hand- somer than I ever saw you ; you are a shining light . There , go to the pump and wash your face and neck . Say nought about the mischance , neighbours , and you'll see the pasty will be ...
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... live the King ! " with a few groans of " Down with the Queen and the Papishes . " Filling his glass again , the Mayor essays to suit the popular taste in the following address , not a little charac- teristic of the restricted ...
... live the King ! " with a few groans of " Down with the Queen and the Papishes . " Filling his glass again , the Mayor essays to suit the popular taste in the following address , not a little charac- teristic of the restricted ...
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... not follow that my money is kept there , which it never is . " " Better and better ! " exclaimed George . " Then they think I am alone here ; but my headman , Gerhardt , lives at the bottom of the garden , 42 ALICE BRIDGE OF NORWICH .
... not follow that my money is kept there , which it never is . " " Better and better ! " exclaimed George . " Then they think I am alone here ; but my headman , Gerhardt , lives at the bottom of the garden , 42 ALICE BRIDGE OF NORWICH .
الصفحة 43
Andrew Reed. Gerhardt , lives at the bottom of the garden , and a wire reaches to his house from my room , which I have but to pull , when he and many stout fellows from my weavers will silently gather to defend me . Let these fellows ...
Andrew Reed. Gerhardt , lives at the bottom of the garden , and a wire reaches to his house from my room , which I have but to pull , when he and many stout fellows from my weavers will silently gather to defend me . Let these fellows ...
الصفحة 49
... live , nothing stronger than water till they've done my work . " The spiritless burglars were soon discussing mine host's good fare by the light of a candle which half - revealed and half - hid the strange scene in that clean , tidy ...
... live , nothing stronger than water till they've done my work . " The spiritless burglars were soon discussing mine host's good fare by the light of a candle which half - revealed and half - hid the strange scene in that clean , tidy ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Alice Alie Allen answered Arenberg Arminian asked Berghem Bishop boys Bridge Brightling brother Christian Church clergy cloth Countess Court cried Cromwell Crown 8vo daughter dear Diense Duke Dutch Edward England English exclaimed eyes Fanny Farewell father fear Fleming Fleming's follow George George Sherwood George's Gerhardt girl give Grace Green hand Hannchen happy hear heard heart honour hope horse Jesuit King Koop Lady Gabrielle Laud laugh leave live London looked Lord Master Mijnheer Mistress Moriscoe morning mother never night noble Norwich once Parliament party Petition of Right pillory Pocthorpe poor priest Prince Rupert Puritan Queen ready Rector rejoined replied Rotterdam Roundheads seemed Sir Christopher Heydon sister soldiers soon Stephen Wren story sure tell thanks Tombland took trainband troops turned Tutor Van Diense Westminster School wife words Yarmouth young
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 404 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
الصفحة 448 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
الصفحة 155 - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
الصفحة 450 - The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow ; She draws her favours to the lowest ebb : Her tides have equal times to come and go ; Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web : No joy so great but runneth to an end, No hap so hard but may in fine amend.
الصفحة 204 - God save him;' No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head, Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God (for some strong purpose) steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted And barbarism itself have pitied him.
الصفحة 84 - It is good to be off with the old love Before you are on with the new.
الصفحة 204 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
الصفحة 366 - ... lamp is lit ; When the chestnuts glow in the embers, And the kid turns on the spit ; When young and old in circle Around the firebrands close ; When the girls are weaving baskets, And the lads are shaping bows ; LXX.
الصفحة 271 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count — I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
الصفحة 381 - Yet whenever I cross the river On its bridge with wooden piers, Like the odor of brine from the ocean Comes the thought of other years. And I think how many thousands Of care-encumbered men, Each bearing his burden of sorrow, Have crossed the bridge since then.