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Dark on their journey lour'd the gloomy day, Wild were the hills, and doubtful grew the way; More dark, more gloomy, and more doubtful, show'd The mansion, which received them from the road.
Addison was responsible for one of those tributes, his theme being the Lady Manchester: "While haughty Gallia's dames, that spread O'er their pale cheeks an artful red, Beheld this beauteous stranger there, In native charms divinely fair; Confusion in their looks they show'd; And with unborrow'd blushes glow'd."
"Ef Ole Miss 'ud been yer thoo' dis las' war, dar wouldn't er been no slue-footed Yankees a-foolin' roun' her parlour. She'd uv up en show'd 'em de do' " "Are all Yankees slue-footed, Uncle Ish?" "All dose I seed, honey des' es slue-footed.
Now where he went to seek the Lord, I can't at all suppose, 'Twas not on deck, for there I'm sure he never show'd his nose. He would not read the Bible, it warn't good enough for him, The course we steer'd by, that he said would lead us all to sin; That we were damn'd and hell would gape, he often would us tell, I know that when I heard his jaw, it made me gape like hell.
Weller, emerging from a sequestered spot, where he had been engaged in discussing a bottle of Madeira, which he had abstracted from the breakfast-table an hour or two before. 'Here's your servant, Sir. Proud o' the title, as the living skellinton said, ven they show'd him. 'Follow me instantly, said Mr. Pickwick. 'Tupman, if I stay at Bury, you can join me there, when I write.
Wherefore his brethren, when they came to treat With him for corn, bow'd down e'en at his feet: And he no sooner saw them but he knew them, And show'd himself extremely strange unto them: And very roughly asked who they were, From whence they came, and what their bus'ness there. And they made answer, We thy servants from The land of Canaan to buy food are come.
He liv'd a patriarch in his numerous race, And show'd in charity a Christian's grace: Whate'er a friend or parent feels, he knew; His hand was open, and his heart was true; In what he gain'd and gave, he taught mankind, A grateful always is a generous mind. Here rest his clay! his soul must ever rest; Who bless'd when living, dying must be blest.
Now where he went to seek the Lord, I can't at all suppose, 'Twas not on deck for there I'm sure, he never show'd his nose. He would not read the Bible, it warn't good enough for him, The course we steered by that he said, would lead us all to sin; That we were damn'd and hell would gape, he often would us tell, I know that when I heard his jaw, it made me gape like hell.
Too much grief in our first meeting to be joyful; too much pleasure to be distressing a giddy sensation between the painful and the pleasurable. I will call another subject. Read over Sir John Chiverton and Brambletye House novels in what I may surely claim as the style "Which I was born to introduce Refined it first, and show'd its use." I read both with great interest during the journey.
"'Stawano, he says, throwin' out his hands like I was a hopeless proposition. But all the same I think I'll go out to-morrow and cut down one of them palo verdes like he show'd me one of these kind with little leaves and short thorns jest for an expeeriment.
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