Gleanings from popular authors, grave and gay, Том 21882 |
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... give a fête at Beulah Spa , on Thursday , July 25 ; which will be graced with the first foreign and native TALENT ; by the first foreign and native RANK ; and where they beg for the attend- ance of every WASHERWOMAN'S FRIEND . " Her ...
... give a fête at Beulah Spa , on Thursday , July 25 ; which will be graced with the first foreign and native TALENT ; by the first foreign and native RANK ; and where they beg for the attend- ance of every WASHERWOMAN'S FRIEND . " Her ...
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... 've been inclined To give you. " SHE ATTENDS TO THE CARES OF HER HOUSEHOLD AFFAIRS . " " THAT OLD GENTLEMAN THERE IS MY HUSBAND ! ' 16 GLEANINGS FROM POPULAR AUTHORS . Ten Minutes with an Irish Humorist :-"Amiable Kitty:'
... 've been inclined To give you. " SHE ATTENDS TO THE CARES OF HER HOUSEHOLD AFFAIRS . " " THAT OLD GENTLEMAN THERE IS MY HUSBAND ! ' 16 GLEANINGS FROM POPULAR AUTHORS . Ten Minutes with an Irish Humorist :-"Amiable Kitty:'
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Gleanings. In moments of courage I've been inclined To give you , dear girl , a piece of my mind ; But now it's too late , for with grief I see , My peace of mind has deserted me . Artists may picture and poets praise The scant - clad ...
Gleanings. In moments of courage I've been inclined To give you , dear girl , a piece of my mind ; But now it's too late , for with grief I see , My peace of mind has deserted me . Artists may picture and poets praise The scant - clad ...
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... give a poor traveller lodging : ' I'm sure ' tis not so often you're troubled with strangers coming to see you , for ' tis a long way . ' ' I'm by myself , Dan , ' says he ; ' but you'd better let go the reaping - hook.'Faith , and with ...
... give a poor traveller lodging : ' I'm sure ' tis not so often you're troubled with strangers coming to see you , for ' tis a long way . ' ' I'm by myself , Dan , ' says he ; ' but you'd better let go the reaping - hook.'Faith , and with ...
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... Give me my glasses , nephew . Is that what the letters say ? How stiffly these lockets open . Ah , there's a spring , I see- A picture of both , God bless them ! to show that they think of me . Did ever you see two faces so sweet and ...
... Give me my glasses , nephew . Is that what the letters say ? How stiffly these lockets open . Ah , there's a spring , I see- A picture of both , God bless them ! to show that they think of me . Did ever you see two faces so sweet and ...
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