The Library of Wit and Humor, Prose and Poetry: Selected from the Literature of All Times and Nations, כרך 1Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Rufus Edmonds Shapley Gebbie Publishing Company, Limited, 1894 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 85
עמוד 4
... door ; but these are not times to afford bolts and bars , when people won't take care of their five pounds . 66 ' Mary Anne ought to have gone to the dentist's to - morrow . She wants three teeth taken out . Now , it can't be done ...
... door ; but these are not times to afford bolts and bars , when people won't take care of their five pounds . 66 ' Mary Anne ought to have gone to the dentist's to - morrow . She wants three teeth taken out . Now , it can't be done ...
עמוד 5
... door - mat , that his poor wife may be afraid to speak to him . be like Mrs. Prettyman . No : I wouldn't A mean wretch ! But don't you think I'll trod . You'll not make me afraid to speak put up with it from the best man that ever to ...
... door - mat , that his poor wife may be afraid to speak to him . be like Mrs. Prettyman . No : I wouldn't A mean wretch ! But don't you think I'll trod . You'll not make me afraid to speak put up with it from the best man that ever to ...
עמוד 8
... door at two in the morning . Don't tell me that the man has been ill - used ; he's not the man to be ill - used . And you must go and bail him ! I know the end of that : he'll run away and you'll have to pay the money . I should like to ...
... door at two in the morning . Don't tell me that the man has been ill - used ; he's not the man to be ill - used . And you must go and bail him ! I know the end of that : he'll run away and you'll have to pay the money . I should like to ...
עמוד 13
... doors - their wives never see any of it . Oh dear ! I'm sure I don't know who'd be a poor woman ! 66 Now , Caudle , I'm not in an ill temper ; not at all . I know I used to be a fool when we were first married ; I used to worry and fret ...
... doors - their wives never see any of it . Oh dear ! I'm sure I don't know who'd be a poor woman ! 66 Now , Caudle , I'm not in an ill temper ; not at all . I know I used to be a fool when we were first married ; I used to worry and fret ...
עמוד 18
... door key , that telis a tale , I think . A nice thing for the father of a family ! A key ! What , to let yourself in and out when you please ? To come in , like a thief in the middle of the night , instead of knocking at the door like a ...
... door key , that telis a tale , I think . A nice thing for the father of a family ! A key ! What , to let yourself in and out when you please ? To come in , like a thief in the middle of the night , instead of knocking at the door like a ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 246 - Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules. But beware instinct. The lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
עמוד 248 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
עמוד 240 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. {Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world...
עמוד 275 - King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
עמוד 64 - Then Abner Dean of Angel's raised a point of order — when A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen, And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.
עמוד 381 - ... till they could all play very near, or altogether as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty thousand strong, we twenty would come into the field the tenth of March, or thereabouts; and we would challenge twenty of the enemy; they could not in their honor refuse us; well, we would kill them: challenge twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them too...
עמוד 86 - There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin*. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An" in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back from Concord busted.
עמוד 217 - The Angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.
עמוד 259 - Dolphin chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Whitsun week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor ; thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife.
עמוד 381 - March, or thereabouts, and we would challenge twenty of the enemy. They could not in their honour refuse us. Well, we would kill them ; challenge twenty more, kill them ; twenty more, kill them ; twenty more, kill them too ; and thus would we kill every man his twenty a day — that's twenty score; twenty score, that's two hundred; two hundred a day, five days a thousand; forty thousand; forty times five, five times forty, two hundred days kills them all up by computation. And this will I venture...