Brallaghan: Or The DeipnosophistsE. Churton, 1845 - 336 pages |
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... punch with the larned Dockthor , and the pious Preesht , and that rogue Boyle , and that dear joke of a creature Misther Tom Croughton Croaker the fairyman ; and among thimselves they compozed pomes and songs , and essays dhramatical ...
... punch with the larned Dockthor , and the pious Preesht , and that rogue Boyle , and that dear joke of a creature Misther Tom Croughton Croaker the fairyman ; and among thimselves they compozed pomes and songs , and essays dhramatical ...
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... punch sooner , and this , let me tell ye Misther Yorke is sayin ' a grate deal . Nobody but Sir Walther Scott could adequately describe Docther Maginn . In one of them fathers - I do'nt exactly remember which , and I'm too lazy to look ...
... punch sooner , and this , let me tell ye Misther Yorke is sayin ' a grate deal . Nobody but Sir Walther Scott could adequately describe Docther Maginn . In one of them fathers - I do'nt exactly remember which , and I'm too lazy to look ...
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... punch , " says the Doctor to Frank , " Tis a shame for a priest to his cups thus to cling : For whisky's no better you'll find than a tank , From which gout flows as surely as streams from a spring . " Frank nodded and smiled , and ...
... punch , " says the Doctor to Frank , " Tis a shame for a priest to his cups thus to cling : For whisky's no better you'll find than a tank , From which gout flows as surely as streams from a spring . " Frank nodded and smiled , and ...
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... punch undher his belt with greater aise or pleasure to himself than the Histhorian of the Mallow Fairies . Misther Croker , like Horace , and myself , and other great litherry charickthers is a little man - a biped- alis or scamp of two ...
... punch undher his belt with greater aise or pleasure to himself than the Histhorian of the Mallow Fairies . Misther Croker , like Horace , and myself , and other great litherry charickthers is a little man - a biped- alis or scamp of two ...
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... his wig on his head , and put a pipe in his mouth . Walk up , ladies , the punch will soon be ready , and we'll all get drunk for sorrow . γ . Περιθρεξε ποθήνον και υδωρ ωχεως , Ερισαντο ευθυ LETTER TO OLIVER YORKE . 39 39.
... his wig on his head , and put a pipe in his mouth . Walk up , ladies , the punch will soon be ready , and we'll all get drunk for sorrow . γ . Περιθρεξε ποθήνον και υδωρ ωχεως , Ερισαντο ευθυ LETTER TO OLIVER YORKE . 39 39.
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