The Library of Wit and Humor, Prose and Poetry: Selected from the Literature of All Times and Nations, כרך 1Gebbie Publishing Company, Limited, 1894 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 80
עמוד 7
... give him consequence . No , Mr. Caudle , no ; it's no use telling me to go to sleep , for I won't . Go to sleep , indeed ! I'm sure it's almost time to get up . I hardly know what's the use of coming to bed at all now . " The Skylarks ...
... give him consequence . No , Mr. Caudle , no ; it's no use telling me to go to sleep , for I won't . Go to sleep , indeed ! I'm sure it's almost time to get up . I hardly know what's the use of coming to bed at all now . " The Skylarks ...
עמוד 8
... give your picture as Of " And here , " says Caudle , - " here , thank they do the other folks of the Old Bailey . Heaven at last she fell asleep . " THE FOURTH LECTURE . MR . CAUDLE HAS BEEN CALLED FROM HIS BED TO BAIL MR . PRETTYMAN ...
... give your picture as Of " And here , " says Caudle , - " here , thank they do the other folks of the Old Bailey . Heaven at last she fell asleep . " THE FOURTH LECTURE . MR . CAUDLE HAS BEEN CALLED FROM HIS BED TO BAIL MR . PRETTYMAN ...
עמוד 10
... give me my death . Don't call me a foolish woman ; it's you that is the foolish man . You know that I can't wear clogs ; and with no um- brella , the wet's sure to give me a cold , it always does . But what do you care for that ...
... give me my death . Don't call me a foolish woman ; it's you that is the foolish man . You know that I can't wear clogs ; and with no um- brella , the wet's sure to give me a cold , it always does . But what do you care for that ...
עמוד 19
... give you the headache , do I ? No , I don't , Caudle ; it's your club that gives you the headache : it's your smoke , and your - well ! if ever I knew such a man in all my life ! there's no saying a word to you ! You go out , and treat ...
... give you the headache , do I ? No , I don't , Caudle ; it's your club that gives you the headache : it's your smoke , and your - well ! if ever I knew such a man in all my life ! there's no saying a word to you ! You go out , and treat ...
עמוד 21
... give me the money , be- cause , after all , I think you love your chil- dren , and like to see ' em well dressed . It's only natural that a father should . Eh , Caudle , eh ! Now you sha'n't go to sleep till you've told me . How much ...
... give me the money , be- cause , after all , I think you love your chil- dren , and like to see ' em well dressed . It's only natural that a father should . Eh , Caudle , eh ! Now you sha'n't go to sleep till you've told me . How much ...
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...