Walter Colyton: A Tale of 1688, Volume 1H. Colburn and R. Bentley, 1830 |
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... tell it not forth , Here is a long tale , and little worth . SPENSER . ABOUT five miles to the south - east of Bridg- water is the village of Weston - Zoyland , a place of little note in the present day , but which in the time of James ...
... tell it not forth , Here is a long tale , and little worth . SPENSER . ABOUT five miles to the south - east of Bridg- water is the village of Weston - Zoyland , a place of little note in the present day , but which in the time of James ...
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... tell Kit to carry the warm sherry and the spitting - dish into the smoaking - room , for I shall take a pipe after I have been to the stables to see the dogs fed . Mort de ma vie ! as we used to say in Flanders , one may as well be ...
... tell Kit to carry the warm sherry and the spitting - dish into the smoaking - room , for I shall take a pipe after I have been to the stables to see the dogs fed . Mort de ma vie ! as we used to say in Flanders , one may as well be ...
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... tell us the news , my zweet maid ; how do they all goo an up at Orchard Place , zunce poor maister Rich- ard war laid in the pit - hole ? " " Why , father , the house looks like itself again ; the windows are thrown open , the wind and ...
... tell us the news , my zweet maid ; how do they all goo an up at Orchard Place , zunce poor maister Rich- ard war laid in the pit - hole ? " " Why , father , the house looks like itself again ; the windows are thrown open , the wind and ...
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... tell ' ee what , Hetty , thee shall show her the piece o ' writing our Ned ha ' jist vinished ; gif that dwon't rouse her up a bit , and make her bobbish , she must be desperd bad indeed . Aw , our Ned's the bwoy to write and to summy ...
... tell ' ee what , Hetty , thee shall show her the piece o ' writing our Ned ha ' jist vinished ; gif that dwon't rouse her up a bit , and make her bobbish , she must be desperd bad indeed . Aw , our Ned's the bwoy to write and to summy ...
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... tell'n how cute a scholard our Ned be , and how ' a can write and summy , and shear ditch , and thatchy , and haymaky , and milk tha cows gif there be need o't , and do all mander o ' things . Fags ! I shood ' wonner gif they made'n a ...
... tell'n how cute a scholard our Ned be , and how ' a can write and summy , and shear ditch , and thatchy , and haymaky , and milk tha cows gif there be need o't , and do all mander o ' things . Fags ! I shood ' wonner gif they made'n a ...
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