The Bystander: An Illustrated Weekly, Devoted to Travel, Literature, Art, the Drama, Progress, Locomotion, 6 tomas

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1905

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59 psl. - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
341 psl. - I cannot now curse (smiling) the house of Hanover ; nor would it be decent for me to drink king James's health in the wine that king George gives me money to pay for. But, sir, I think that the pleasure of cursing the house of Hanover, and drinking king James's health, are amply overbalanced by three hundred pounds a year.
59 psl. - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
285 psl. - Town ; the watchmen, drunken scenes, rattles ; life awake, if you awake, at all hours of the night ; the impossibility of being dull in Fleet Street ; the crowds, the very dirt and mud, the sun shining upon houses and pavements, the...
650 psl. - Moorish cavaliers gazed with a silent agony of tenderness and grief upon that delicious abode, the scene of their loves and pleasures. While they yet looked, a light cloud of smoke burst forth from the citadel, and presently a peal of artillery, faintly heard, told that the city was taken possession of, and the throne of the Moslem kings was lost for ever. The heart of Boabdil, softened by misfortunes, and overcharged with grief, could no longer contain itself. ' Allah achbar ! — (God is great...
286 psl. - I wrote and asked the editor if I should come to London, and he said No, so I went, laden with charges from my mother to walk in the middle of the street (they jump out on you as you are turning a corner), never to venture forth after sunset, and always to lock up everything (I who could never lock up anything, except my heart in company). Thanks to this editor, for the others would have nothing to say to me though...
99 psl. - CHICKEN-SKIN, delicate, white, ^-' Painted by Carlo Vanloo, Loves in a riot of light, Roses and vaporous blue; Hark to the dainty frou-frou ! Picture above, if you can, Eyes that could melt as the dew, — This was the Pompadour's fan ! See how they rise at the sight, Thronging the...
339 psl. - The Goops they wet their fingers To turn the leaves of books, And then they crease the corners down And think that no one looks. They print the marks of dirty hands, Of lollipops and gum, On picture-book and fairy-book, As often as they come. Caroline M. Hewins.
4 psl. - Yes, I think there is something like it in Othello. PUFF. Gad ! now you put me in mind on't, I believe there is — but that's of no consequence — all that can be said is, that two people happened to hit on the same thought — and Shakespeare made use of it first, that's all.
495 psl. - I'se gwine to marry. Dat wa'n't nothin' mo'na little flirtation. Georgiana Thompson, the la'ndress, is the one I'se gwine to marry." "Oh, well, John," said the master, amused and irritated at the same time, "there's no great harm done. I'll get you another license tomorrow, but it will cost you $2 more, of course.

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