The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Том 17Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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... lady in the land Is half so sweet as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And she lives in our alley . Her father he makes cabbage nets And through the streets does cry ' em ; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy ...
... lady in the land Is half so sweet as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And she lives in our alley . Her father he makes cabbage nets And through the streets does cry ' em ; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy ...
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... Lady Davers ! [ her husband's sister ] . Lady Davers , her own self ! And my kind protector a great , great many miles off ! Mrs. Jewkes , out of breath , tells me this , and says she is inquiring for my master and me . How I tremble ...
... Lady Davers ! [ her husband's sister ] . Lady Davers , her own self ! And my kind protector a great , great many miles off ! Mrs. Jewkes , out of breath , tells me this , and says she is inquiring for my master and me . How I tremble ...
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... lady would come up . " What does she call me now ? " " Wench , madam : ' Bid the wench come down to me . ' Her nephew and her woman are with her . " - 66 " I can't go ! " said I , " and that's enough ! You might con- trive it , that I ...
... lady would come up . " What does she call me now ? " " Wench , madam : ' Bid the wench come down to me . ' Her nephew and her woman are with her . " - 66 " I can't go ! " said I , " and that's enough ! You might con- trive it , that I ...
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... lady , " said I .— " And your servant , again , " said she , " my lady ; for I think you are dress'd out like one . " " A charming girl , tho ' ! " said her rakish nephew , and swore a great oath . " Dear madam , forgive me , but I must ...
... lady , " said I .— " And your servant , again , " said she , " my lady ; for I think you are dress'd out like one . " " A charming girl , tho ' ! " said her rakish nephew , and swore a great oath . " Dear madam , forgive me , but I must ...
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... Lady Davers ! " - " I hope , sir , " replied I ( vexed at what my lady said , and at his sneering ) , “ that as there was no need of your information , you don't expect my thanks for it ; and I am sorry you seem to think it wants an ...
... Lady Davers ! " - " I hope , sir , " replied I ( vexed at what my lady said , and at his sneering ) , “ that as there was no need of your information , you don't expect my thanks for it ; and I am sorry you seem to think it wants an ...
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Adams answer Aurangzeb beauty better black crows blessing born brother called captain character Colonel COUNTESS OF BUTE creature cried Cunegund Davers dear dearest love desire Dick Dick Turpin door Dupleix earth endeavored English eyes face father fear gentleman George George Warrington give Gogol hand happy hear heard heart highwayman Hindu honor hope horse hour human Indian insulted Jackey Jewkes Joseph Andrews king lady ladyship liberty live look Lord Lord Bute madam Marathas MARK AKENSIDE master means mind Montesquieu nature never night o'er Pamela Pangloss passed passion philosopher pity pleasure poor prince qu'il reason replied russe sentiment soul speak Spirit of Laws sword Tarass Boulba taxes tell thee things THOMAS GRAY thou art thought tion took truth Turpin vex'd virtue voice wench whole wish woman word wretched young
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