The Night Side of London

W. Tweedie, 1857 - 236 頁




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第 168 頁 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
第 139 頁 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
第 6 頁 - The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world...
第 156 頁 - Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin, That never has known the Barber's shear All your wish is woman to win, This is the way that boys begin, — Wait till you come to Forty Year.
第 21 頁 - It is true that one half the world does not know how the other half lives ; but it is not true in the sense in which it is generally affirmed.
第 179 頁 - LADY Clara Vere de Vere, Of me you shall not win renown : You thought to break a country heart For pastime, ere you went to town. At me you smiled, but unbeguiled I saw the snare, and I retired : The daughter of a hundred Earls, You are not one to be desired.
第 110 頁 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
第 99 頁 - Addison usually studied all the morning; then met his party at Button's ; dined there, and stayed five or six hours, and sometimes far into the night. I was of the company for about a year, but found it too much for me : it hurt my health, and so I quitted it.
第 217 頁 - One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she 's dead. Ham. How absolute the knave is ! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note of it ; the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.— How long hast thou been a grave-maker?
第 222 頁 - Round, or John come Kiss me, or Old Simon the King, with divisions, till themselves and their audience were tired ; after which as many players on the hautboy would, in the most harsh and discordant tones, grate forth Green Sleeves, Yellow Stockings, Gillian of Croydon, or some such common dance-tune, and the people thought it fair music.