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Page 169
... Old Cheeseman are two different things . So is beer . It was Old Cheeseman I meant to tell about ; not the manner in which our fellows get their constitutions destroyed for the sake of profit . Why , look at the pie - crust alone ...
... Old Cheeseman are two different things . So is beer . It was Old Cheeseman I meant to tell about ; not the manner in which our fellows get their constitutions destroyed for the sake of profit . Why , look at the pie - crust alone ...
Page 170
... Old Cheeseman reading there by himself . He was always as mild as the tea- and that's pretty mild , I should hope ! -so when they whistled to him , he looked up and nodded ; and when they said , " Halloa , Old Cheeseman , what have you ...
... Old Cheeseman reading there by himself . He was always as mild as the tea- and that's pretty mild , I should hope ! -so when they whistled to him , he looked up and nodded ; and when they said , " Halloa , Old Cheeseman , what have you ...
Page 171
... Old Cheeseman cried about it - especially soon afterwards , when they all ate one another . Of course Old Cheeseman used to be called by the names of all sorts of cheeses - Double Glo'sterman , Family Cheshireman , Dutchman , North ...
... Old Cheeseman cried about it - especially soon afterwards , when they all ate one another . Of course Old Cheeseman used to be called by the names of all sorts of cheeses - Double Glo'sterman , Family Cheshireman , Dutchman , North ...
Page 172
... Old Cheeseman . " —and on in that way through more than a dozen verses , which he used to go and sing , every morning , close by the new master's desk . He trained one of the low boys too , a rosy - cheeked little Brass who didn't care ...
... Old Cheeseman . " —and on in that way through more than a dozen verses , which he used to go and sing , every morning , close by the new master's desk . He trained one of the low boys too , a rosy - cheeked little Brass who didn't care ...
Page 173
... Old Cheeseman's friend . The more the Society went against him , the more Jane stood by him . She used to give him a good - humoured look out of her still - room window , sometimes , that seemed to set him up for the day . She used to ...
... Old Cheeseman's friend . The more the Society went against him , the more Jane stood by him . She used to give him a good - humoured look out of her still - room window , sometimes , that seemed to set him up for the day . She used to ...
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Page 7 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Page 67 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
Page 45 - NOW entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret .whispers of each other's watch. Fire answers fire ; and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber
Page 46 - There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful and good husbandry: Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all, admonishing That we should dress us fairly for our end.
Page 235 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 24 - Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I did not err, there does a sable cloud •Turn forth her silver lining on the night...
Page 66 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page 62 - But he, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace ; She crown'd with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing ; And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.
Page 130 - Being. Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week, not only as it refreshes in their minds the notions of religion, but as it puts both the sexes upon appearing in their most agreeable forms, and exerting all such qualities as are apt to give them a figure in the eye of the village. A...
Page 47 - O God of battles ! steel my soldiers' hearts ! Possess them not with fear ; take from them now The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them! — Not to-day, O Lord, 0 not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown...