The deep remembrance of the sense I had, of being utterly without hope now; of the shame I felt in my position; of the misery it was to my young heart to believe that day by day what I had learned, and thought, and delighted in, and raised my fancy and... Notes and Queries - Стр. 821912Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| Charles Dickens - 1849 - Страниц: 1160
...man, crushed in my bosom. The deep remembrance of the sense I had, of being utterly without hope now; of the shame I felt in my position ; of the misery...delighted in, and raised my fancy and my emulation up by, would pass away from me, little by little, never to be brought back any more ; cannot be written. As... | |
| Charles Dickens - 1850 - Страниц: 384
...man, crushed in my bosom. The deep remembrance of the sense I had, of being utterly without hope now ; of the shame I felt in my position ; of the misery...delighted in, and raised my fancy and my emulation up by, would pass away from me, little by little, never to be brought back any more ; cannot be written. As... | |
| Charles Dickens - 1863 - Страниц: 510
...man crushed in my bosom. The deep remembrance of the sense I had, of being utterly without hope now; of the shame I felt in my position; of the misery...delighted in, and raised my fancy and my emulation up by, would pass away from me, little by little, never to be brought back any more; cannot be written. As... | |
| Charles Dickens - 1867 - Страниц: 570
...man crushed in my bosom. The deep remembrance of the sense I had, of being utterly without hope now ; of the shame I felt in my position ; of the misery...delighted in, and raised my fancy and my emulation up by, would pass away from me, little by little, never to be brought back any more ; cannot be written. As... | |
| Charles Dickens - 1871 - Страниц: 526
...man crushed in my bosom. The deep remembrance of the sense I had, of being utterly without hope now ; of the shame I felt in my position ; of the misery...delighted in, and raised my fancy and my emulation up by, would pass away from me, little by little, never to be brought back any more ; cannot be written. As... | |
| Charles Dickens - 1872 - Страниц: 384
...crushed in my bosom. The deep remembrance of the sense I had of being utterly without hope now — of the shame I felt in my position — of the misery...delighted in, and raised my fancy and my emulation up by, would pass away from me, little by little, never to be brought back any more — can not be written.... | |
| 1872 - Страниц: 752
...growing up to be a learned and distinguished man crushed in my breast. The deep remembrance of the senso I had of being utterly neglected and hopeless ; of...position ; of the misery it was to my young heart to believo that day by day what I had Icarred and thought and delighted in and raised my fancy and my... | |
| John Forster - 1872 - Страниц: 574
...up to be a learned and distinguished "man, crushed in my breast. The deep remem"brance of the sense I had of being utterly ne"glected and hopeless; of...in my "position; of the misery it was to my young Crushed hopes and "heart to believe that, day by day, what I had LONDON: "learned, and thought, and... | |
| 1872 - Страниц: 332
...of his own hardships. For Dickens remarks in another passage : " The deep remembrance of the sense I had of being utterly neglected and hopeless ; of the shame I folt in my position; of the misery it was to my young heart to believe that, day by day, what I had... | |
| Charles Dickens - 1878 - Страниц: 564
...my bosom. The deep remembrance of the sense I had, of being utterly without hopo now ; of the thame I felt in my position ; of the misery it was to my...believe that day by day what I had learned, and thought, und delighted in, and raised my fancy and my emulation up by, would pass away from me, little by little,... | |
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