The Friendly Town: A Little Book for the UrbaneMethuen & Company, 1906 - 379 psl. |
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... DELIGHT " TO THE GENTLE READER · W. M. Thackeray . 129 W. Hazlitt · • 130 · E. FitzGerald Andrew Lang · 135 136 WIND - MUSIQUE WITH A GUITAR TO JANE EVEN TAVERN - MUSICKE . DURING MUSIC SONG AT A SOLEMN MUSIC MISS LINLEY • BEETHOVEN AND ...
... DELIGHT " TO THE GENTLE READER · W. M. Thackeray . 129 W. Hazlitt · • 130 · E. FitzGerald Andrew Lang · 135 136 WIND - MUSIQUE WITH A GUITAR TO JANE EVEN TAVERN - MUSICKE . DURING MUSIC SONG AT A SOLEMN MUSIC MISS LINLEY • BEETHOVEN AND ...
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... delight Is like a nurse's lullaby at night : Guy Earl of Warwick and fair Eleanore , Or giant - killing Jack , would please me more . W. Cowper . The Indian Weed THIS HIS Indian weed now withered quite , Though green at noon , cut down ...
... delight Is like a nurse's lullaby at night : Guy Earl of Warwick and fair Eleanore , Or giant - killing Jack , would please me more . W. Cowper . The Indian Weed THIS HIS Indian weed now withered quite , Though green at noon , cut down ...
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... delightful proportion , either accompanied with , or prepared for , the well - enchanting skill of music ; and with a tale , forsooth , he cometh unto you ; with a tale which holdeth children from play , and old men from the chimney ...
... delightful proportion , either accompanied with , or prepared for , the well - enchanting skill of music ; and with a tale , forsooth , he cometh unto you ; with a tale which holdeth children from play , and old men from the chimney ...
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... delight Does " Faithorne fecit ” greet our sight ; On frontispiece or title - page Of that old time , when on the stage " Sweet Nell " set " Rowley's " heart alight ! And you , O friend , to whom I write , Must not deny , e'en though ...
... delight Does " Faithorne fecit ” greet our sight ; On frontispiece or title - page Of that old time , when on the stage " Sweet Nell " set " Rowley's " heart alight ! And you , O friend , to whom I write , Must not deny , e'en though ...
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... delightful ! To cut open the leaves , to inhale the fragrance of the scarcely dry paper , to ex- amine the type to see who is the printer ( which is some clue to the value that is set upon the work ) , to launch out into regions of ...
... delightful ! To cut open the leaves , to inhale the fragrance of the scarcely dry paper , to ex- amine the type to see who is the printer ( which is some clue to the value that is set upon the work ) , to launch out into regions of ...
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Alfred Cochrane beauty Ben Jonson Bouillabaisse cane-bottom'd chair Charles Lamb Christmas dear delight door doth drink earth eyes face fair fancy fire Fleet Street George Meredith give grace hand happy hath Hazlitt hear heard heart heaven honest Horace Walpole J. R. Lowell John Johnson Jolly Jack joys lady laugh light lips live London look Lord maid master merry mind mirth morning never night o'er once pipe play pleasant pleasure poems poet poor Richard Lovelace round Samuel Pepys sing Sir Roger smile smoke tobacco song soul speak spirit sweet T. E. Brown TAVERN tears tell thee There's thine things thou thought turn twas verse voice W. E. Henley W. M. Thackeray walk William Hazlitt wine winter wonder worth Xavier Marmier young youth
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