The English Fireside: A Tale of the Past, Tập 2Saunders and Otley, 1844 |
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arms asked Bamfield Carew beau ideal black spade blacksmith Brainshaw burst catcher cell cheek clasping companion continued dear boy ejaculated Ellen endeavouring escape exclaimed aunt Deborah eyes father fear feel fingers gaoler gipsies give head hear heard heart hope Jack Slimmer king laughing lips listen looking Macrone majesty Master Kidlywink Ned Swiftfoot Ned's mother never observed old Soaker poor Mary port wine pray quickly rejoined Blanch rejoined Grace rejoined Mr Fulton rejoined the prisoner remarked repeated replied aunt Deborah replied Blanch replied Carew replied Charles replied Grace replied Mr Fulton replied Ned replied the ratcatcher returned Blanch returned Grace returned Mr Fulton returned the ratcatcher Ringwood Robert Fulton round scarcely seemed silent tongue Soaking Bob speak squire stood stranger strong Swiftfoot thought tinued Tom Brainshaw tone tongue truth turning vicar vicarage voice whisper words
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Trang 27 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Trang 257 - 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.
Trang 180 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Trang 128 - Men will wrangle for religion; write for it, fight for it; die for it; anything but live for it.
Trang 160 - Kidlywink's progress in his work, the ratcatcher rose softly from his seat, and, unobserved, crept towards a heap of old iron in a dark corner of the shop.