 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1877 - Страниц: 526
...frightening the maids, and worrying the kittens be humour, he has it. It was but yesterday he fastened my wig to the back of my chair, and when I went to make a bow, I popped my bald head in Mrs. Frizzle's face. Mrs. Hard. Am I to blame ? The poor boy was always too... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1881 - Страниц: 560
[ Извините, доступ к содержанию этой страницы ограничен. ] | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1881 - Страниц: 500
...frighting the maids, and worrying the kittens be humor, he has it. It was but yesterday he fastened my wig to the back of my chair, and when I went to make a bow, I popped my bald head in Mrs. Frizzle's face.' Mrs. Hard. And am I to blame ? The poor boy was always... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1885 - Страниц: 494
...frightening the maids, and worrying the kittens be humour, he has it. It was but yesterday he fastened my wig to the back of my chair, and when I went to...And am I to blame ? The poor boy •was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When he comes to be a little stronger, who knows... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1884 - Страниц: 554
...frightening the maids, and worrying the kittens be humour, he has it. It was but yesterday he fastened my wig to the back of my chair, and when I went to...Hardcastle. And am I to blame ? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When he comes to be a little stronger, who knows... | |
 | Richard Brinsley B. Sheridan - 1884 - Страниц: 320
...frightening the maids, and worrying the kittens be humour, he has it. It was but yesterday he fastened my wig to the back of my chair, and when I went to make a bow, I popped my bald head in Mrs. Frizzle's face. Mrs. Hard. Am I to blame? The poor boy was always too sickly... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1884 - Страниц: 520
[ Извините, доступ к содержанию этой страницы ограничен. ] | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1885 - Страниц: 520
...frightening the maids, and worrying the kittens be humour, he has it. It was but yesterday he fastened my wig to the back of my chair, and when I went to...Hardcastle. And am I to blame ? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When he comes to be a little stronger, whoknows... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1885 - Страниц: 264
[ Извините, доступ к содержанию этой страницы ограничен. ] | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1885 - Страниц: 94
[ Извините, доступ к содержанию этой страницы ограничен. ] | |
| |
And am I to blame? The poor boy. was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When he comes to be a little stronger, who knows what a year or two's Latin may do for him ? HARD. 
