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Smith, Elder, 1882
 

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128 ÆäÀÌÁö - So, naturalists observe, a flea Has smaller fleas that on him prey; And- these have smaller still to bite 'em, And so proceed ad infinitum.
164 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is no straw given unto thy servants, and they say to us. Make brick: and, behold, thy servants are beaten; but the fault is in thine own people. But he said, Ye are idle, ye are idle: therefore ye say, Let us go and do sacrifice to the LORD.
178 ÆäÀÌÁö - The person who commonly uses such deliberate reflection is referred to as ' conscientious' as if he possessed or used conscience to an unusual degree. And this brings us back to the point from which we started. It is the mind as a whole which makes moral judgements. We have mentioned various factors influencing the mind in this task, perhaps supernatural guidance, certainly the customs and ethos of our society, and the sympathy which is a part of our innate mental equipment. The human mind sometimes...
156 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... later times, and the undue passion for uniformity, have generally discarded. Among these we mention the so-called elision, more truly the blending of a final vowel with the vowel initial of a following word into a single syllable, or at least what passes for such in the rhythm. Thus we have, " That made the old warrior from his ivied nook Glow like a sunbeam.
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - Chapel ; but when, among other street improvements, it was swept away and replaced by a gin-palace, and there was not enough money or members to establish another, her mother had taken her to church, and eventually allowed her even to be baptized. In this way Mabel came by her creed as creditably as most of us, and was as reasonably proud of her Church as the hero of " HMS Pinafore " was of his country : — For he himself has said it, And it's greatly to his credit, That he's an Englishman. But...
68 ÆäÀÌÁö - To make them like himself: but, friend, to me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth; The low sun makes the colour: I am yours, Not Arthur's, as ye know, save by the bond.
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whereat Geraint flash'd into sudden spleen : ' A thousand pips eat up your sparrow-hawk ! Tits, wrens, and all wing'd nothings peck him dead ! Ye think the rustic cackle of your bourg The murmur of the world...
267 ÆäÀÌÁö - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ! Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever...
253 ÆäÀÌÁö - ould tip an' tip an' tip, till the holl kit bust clean out ; The kiver hinge-pin bein' lost, tea leaves an' tea an' kiver 'Ould all come out kerswosh ! ez though the dam broke in a river. It was not an easy matter for Mabel to get him to speak, but when he did speak he came out with the shock of a shower-bath. Mabel was a very womanly young woman, and therefore liked being bullied by a man she respected.
140 ÆäÀÌÁö - A frind ! He hasn'ta worse inimy in the worruld," replied Barney, with genuine bitterness. " Where's the stable 1" asked 43, reassured. " It's up the borieen here. Anyhow, we can see if he's come home if the baste's in." " There's no doubt about that. It's not five minutes since he knocked a man down in the alley." Barney expressed his horror by repeating three or four times that sucking noise made by striking the tongue against the roof of the mouth. " Think of that, now ! He wasn'ta policeman,...

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