added appearance Barnington began Belinda Benjamin better Bill blue boots Bowker Brown Captain Doleful Charles cheers coat comes consider continued Count course cover dear door dress entered exclaimed eyes face feel field gentlemen give half hand Handley Cross head hear honour horse hounds hunt inquired John Jorrocks keep ladies legs length London look master mean meet mind Miss morning never night observed ounds pack party passed Pigg present pulling replied ride rocks round seen servant short side soon sort sport stand stood Street sure tell there's thing thought took turn unting werry young
第 218 頁 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
第 104 頁 - Dear sensibility! source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows! thou chainest thy martyr down upon his bed of straw and 'tis thou who lift'st him up to HEAVEN Eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy "divinity which stirs within me...
第 27 頁 - We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow ; Our wiser sons no doubt will think us so.
第 184 頁 - And the law is, that if any person encourages, or promotes, or takes part in riots> whether by words, signs or gestures, or by wearing the badge or ensign of the rioters, he is himself to be considered a rioter; for in this case all are principals.
第 215 頁 - Unting is all that's worth living for - all time is lost wot is not spent in 'unting — it is like the hair we breathe - if we have it not we die - it's the sport of kings, the image of war without its guilt, and only five-and-twenty per cent of its danger.
第 55 頁 - Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend ; God never made his work for man to mend.
第 282 頁 - Though my many faults defaced me, Could no other arm be found Than the one which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound! Yet - oh, yet - thyself deceive not Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not, Hearts can thus be torn away...
第 177 頁 - An idiot, or natural fool, is one that hath had no understanding from his nativity ; and therefore is by law presumed never likely to attain any.
第 43 頁 - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.