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Стр. 275 - My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are...
Стр. 56 - extent " is not the right one : I mean extent crowded with beautiful detail — not an extent of mere uniformity such as an objectless plain, but of a tract of beautiful country seen at first in the distance, but which will bear to be rambled through and studied in every detail of hillside and valley, stream, rock, wood, and flower.
Стр. 79 - ... heap upon my lap, I read and calmly contemplate, and think about a nap ; A nap indeed ? Impossible ! You'll find it all in vain, To have the slightest slumber with the Baby in the Train ! His rule is autocratic, and his language it is terse, He freely fists his dear Mama, and domineers o'er Nurse ! He wrinkles up his forehead like an ancient chimpanzee's, And babbles of the "puff-puff...
Стр. 43 - I always feel best in a bay ! TUESDAY. Take, take, take ?— What will I take for tea? The thinnest slice — no butter, — And that's quite enough for me WEDNESDAY. It is the little roll within the berth That by-and-by will put an end to mirth, And, never ceasing, slowly prostrate all ! THURSDAY.
Стр. 43 - That by and by will put an end to mirth. And, never ceasing, slowly prostrate all! Thursday Let me alone! What pleasure can you have In chaffing evil? Tell me, what's the fun Of ever climbing up the climbing wave? All you the rest, you know how to behave In roughish weather! I, for one, Ask for the shore — or death, dark death, — I am so done! Friday Twelve knots an hour? But what am I? A poet, with no land in sight, Insisting that he feels "all right" With half a smile — and half a sigh!
Стр. 17 - A married woman shall, in accordance with the provisions of this Act, be capable of acquiring, holding, and disposing by will or otherwise, of any real or personal property as her separate property, in the same manner as if she were a feme sole, without the intervention of any trustee.
Стр. 43 - Of ever climbing up the climbing wave? All you the rest, you know how to behave In roughish weather! I, for one, Ask for the shore — or death, dark death, — I am so done! Friday Twelve knots an hour? But what am I? A poet, with no land in sight, Insisting that he feels "all right" With half a smile — and half a sigh! Saturday Comfort ? Comfort scorned of lubbers ! Hear this truth the Poet roar, That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering days on shore. Drug his soda, lest he learn it when...
Стр. 15 - Defendant made a counter claim of £120, on the ground that the work, being improperly done, sewer air escaped into the house, and caused the illness of six members of the household, and the death of his son. He therefore claimed the doctor's bill and other expenses. — The Judge struck out the Plaintiff's claim and gave judgment for the Defendant. THEIR "SHIBBOLETH.
Стр. 15 - But though the compliment implied Inflates me with legitimate pride, It nevertheless can't be denied That it has its inconvenient side. For I'm not so old, and not so plain, And I'm quite prepared to marry again, But there'd be the deuce to pay in the Lords If I fell in love with one of my Wards ! Which rather tries my temper, for I'm such a susceptible Chancellor ! ALL.
Стр. 114 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.