The Library of Wit and Humor, Prose and Poetry: Selected from the Literature of All Times and Nations, Том 3Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Rufus Edmonds Shapley Gebbie Publishing Company, Limited, 1884 |
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... face , and grinned , and roared- I. Just like him ! wherever he goes . That's the way 1st Woman . And snatched his sword out , and behaved like mad . I. Poor souls ! you suffered sadly ! 1st Woman . Yes , indeed ; And then we both ran ...
... face , and grinned , and roared- I. Just like him ! wherever he goes . That's the way 1st Woman . And snatched his sword out , and behaved like mad . I. Poor souls ! you suffered sadly ! 1st Woman . Yes , indeed ; And then we both ran ...
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... face to face - Art not asham'd ? B. Why shame , in point of fact , is nothing real : Shame is the apprehension of a vision Reflected from the surface of opinion- -The opinion of the public - They must judge . Eu . O cruel ! -Will you ...
... face to face - Art not asham'd ? B. Why shame , in point of fact , is nothing real : Shame is the apprehension of a vision Reflected from the surface of opinion- -The opinion of the public - They must judge . Eu . O cruel ! -Will you ...
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... face . In the mean time the neighbors were shouting , and getting awfully excited over the show , while our servant , suppos- ing us fighting , opened the basement door and admitted a policeman , who at once proceeded to go between man ...
... face . In the mean time the neighbors were shouting , and getting awfully excited over the show , while our servant , suppos- ing us fighting , opened the basement door and admitted a policeman , who at once proceeded to go between man ...
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... face how grim ! What's pig with us is dog with him : Heaven shield my future days from evil ! For , as I live , I've seen the devil . ' F. - THE WIT'S Magazine , 1784. ] JM WRIGHT PINX . The Solly Beggars . GEBBIE & 30 THE PIG IN A POKE ...
... face how grim ! What's pig with us is dog with him : Heaven shield my future days from evil ! For , as I live , I've seen the devil . ' F. - THE WIT'S Magazine , 1784. ] JM WRIGHT PINX . The Solly Beggars . GEBBIE & 30 THE PIG IN A POKE ...
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... face the devil ! The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle , Fair play , he car'd na deils a 10 boddle ; But Maggie stood , right sair astonish'd , Till , by the heel and hand admonish'd , She ventur'd forward on the light ; And , wow ...
... face the devil ! The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle , Fair play , he car'd na deils a 10 boddle ; But Maggie stood , right sair astonish'd , Till , by the heel and hand admonish'd , She ventur'd forward on the light ; And , wow ...
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