Border Beagles: A Tale of Mississippi

Donohue, Henneberry, 1890 - 484页

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第24页 - I tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon ; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth...
第160页 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene...
第415页 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
第11页 - I imagine all the world's a play: The state, and men's affairs, all passages Of life, to spring new scenes ; come in, go out, And shift, and vanish ; and if I have got A seat to sit at ease here, in mine inn, To see the comedy; and laugh, and chuck At the variety and throng of humours And dispositions, that come justling in And out still, as they one drove hence another...
第147页 - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
第40页 - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
第414页 - Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still "They come": our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie Till famine and the ague eat them up: Were they not forced with those that should be ours.
第108页 - Because thou art virtuous, shall there be no more cakes and ale...
第238页 - An universe of death, which God by curse Created evil, for evil only good, Where all life dies, death lives, and Nature breeds Perverse all monstrous, all prodigious things, Abominable, unutterable, and worse Than fables yet have feigned, or fear conceived, Gorgons, and hydras, and chimaeras dire — this would doubtless have been noble writing.
第203页 - Nothing did make me, when I loved them best, To loathe them more than this : when in the street A fair young modest damsel I did meet, She seemed to all a dove, when I passed by, . And I to all a raven...