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Brewer's: Proletariat
Commonalty. (See Proletaire.) “Italy has a clerical aristocracy, rich, idle, and corrupt; and a clerical proletariat, needy and grossly ignorant.” —The Times. Source: Dictionary of…Brewer's: Paul Pry
An idle, meddlesome fellow, who has no occupation of his own, and is always interfering with other folk's business. (John Poole: Paul Pry, a comedy.) The original was Thomas Hill. Source…Brewer's: Sleeveless Errand
A fruitless errand. It should be written sleaveless, as it comes from sleave, ravelled thread, or the raw-edge of silk. In Troilus and Cressida, Thersi'tës the railer calls Patroclus an “…Brewer's: St. Lundi
(La). St. Monday. Monday spent by workmen in idleness. One of the rules enjoined by the Sheffield unionists was that no work should be permitted to be done on a Monday by any of their…Brewer's: Fever-Iurdan
or Fever-lurgan. A fit of idleness. Lurden means a block-head. (French, lourd, heavy, dull, thick-headed; lourdand, a blockhead.) Source: Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, E. Cobham Brewer…1998-99 Boxing Junior Bantamweights <span class="rm" >(115 lbs)</span>
(Super Flyweights) Date Winner Loser Result Title Site Nov. 7 Victor Godoi Pedro Morquecho Ws 12 WBO Chubut, ARG Dec. 23 Jesus Rojas Satoshi Iida Wu 12…1998-99 Team Statistics: Cincinnati Bengals
Passing (5 Att) Att Cmp Pct Yds TD Rate Neil O'Donnell 343 212 61.8 2216 15 90.2 Jeff Blake 93 51 54.8 739 3 78.2 Paul Justin 63 34…Coleridge: Part II
Part IPart IIIPart II The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew…John Donne: A Valediction of My Name, in the Window
A Valediction of My Name, in the WindowI My name engraved herein Doth contribute my firmness to this glass, Which ever since that charm hath been As hard, as that which…Ralp Waldo Emerson: The Poet, I
IRight upward on the road of fame With sounding steps the poet came; Born and nourished in miracles, His feet were shod with golden bells, Or where he stepped the soil did peal As if the dust…