The Last Man, Том 2Carey, Lea and Blanchard, 1833 |
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... dead . The physician declared that he died of the plague . We endeavored to calm him - but our own hearts were not calm . I saw the eye of Idris wander from me to her children , with an anxious appeal to my judgment . Adrian was ...
... dead . The physician declared that he died of the plague . We endeavored to calm him - but our own hearts were not calm . I saw the eye of Idris wander from me to her children , with an anxious appeal to my judgment . Adrian was ...
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... dead . It were no mighty leap , methinks , from Calais to Dover . the eye easily discerns the sister land ; they were united once ; and the little path that runs between looks in a map but as a trodden foot - way through high grass ...
... dead . It were no mighty leap , methinks , from Calais to Dover . the eye easily discerns the sister land ; they were united once ; and the little path that runs between looks in a map but as a trodden foot - way through high grass ...
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... dead ; another therefore must be named ; I have advanced my claim , and I believe that I shall have no competitor . To - night the question is to be decided , as there is a call of the house for the purpose . You must nominate me ...
... dead ; another therefore must be named ; I have advanced my claim , and I believe that I shall have no competitor . To - night the question is to be decided , as there is a call of the house for the purpose . You must nominate me ...
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... dead . Preserve her - for her own sake I know that you will - if you require any other spur , think that , in preserving her , you preserve me . Her fault- less nature , one sum of perfections , is wrapt up in her affections -if they ...
... dead . Preserve her - for her own sake I know that you will - if you require any other spur , think that , in preserving her , you preserve me . Her fault- less nature , one sum of perfections , is wrapt up in her affections -if they ...
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... dead , and thought with pleasure of one's bed under the sod , where grief and fear have no power . I passed through the gap of the broken paling - I felt , while I disdained , the choaking tears - I rushed into the depths of the forest ...
... dead , and thought with pleasure of one's bed under the sod , where grief and fear have no power . I passed through the gap of the broken paling - I felt , while I disdained , the choaking tears - I rushed into the depths of the forest ...
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abode Adrian ancholy arms arrived Auxerre beheld beloved Black Spectre brow Calais Castle Clara cold Colonna Palace companions cottage countenance cried dark dastard Datchet dead dear death deserted desolation despair Dijon disease dread earth endeavored England entered eternal Evelyn eyes fair brow farewell fear feeling fell felt friends grief hand happy heard heart hope horror horses hour human Idris inhabitants journey labor light limbs Little Marlow lived London looked Lord Protector lost Lucy melancholy misery mother nature never night numbers ocean pain passed pestilence plague race rendered repose Rome rushed Ryland Salt Hill scene sight silence skiff smile sorrow soul spirit spring stood strange survivors tears tempest thou thought tion tomb town trees trembling troop turned vast vault Versailles visited voice wandered watch waters waves wild wind Windsor Windsor Castle winter words
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Стр. 40 - But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee!
Стр. 166 - For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth ; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Стр. 173 - WHEN winds that move not its calm surface sweep The azure sea, I love the land no more : The smiles of the serene and tranquil deep Tempt my unquiet mind. — But when the roar Of ocean's gray abyss resounds, and foam Gathers upon the sea, and vast waves burst...
Стр. 174 - But when the roar Of ocean's gray abyss resounds, and foam Gathers upon the sea, and vast waves burst, I turn from the drear aspect to the home Of earth and its deep woods, where interspersed, When winds blow loud, pines make sweet melody.
Стр. 160 - Servox, beside the mighty waterfalls, and under the shadow of the inaccessible mountains, we travelled on; while the luxuriant walnut-tree gave place to the dark pine, whose musical branches swung in the wind, and whose upright forms had braved a thousand storms - till the verdant sod, the flowery dell, and shrubbery hill were exchanged for the skypiercing, untrodden, seedless rock, "the bones of the world, waiting to be clothed with every thing necessary to give life and beauty.
Стр. 138 - How reconcile this sad change to our past aspirations, to our apparent powers! Sudden an internal voice, articulate and clear, seemed to say:- Thus from eternity, it was decreed: the steeds that bear Time onwards had this hour and this fulfilment enchained to them, since the void brought forth its burthen. Would you read backwards the unchangeable laws of Necessity? Mother of the world! Servant of the Omnipotent! eternal, changeless Necessity! who with busy fingers sittest ever weaving the indissoluble...
Стр. 26 - I had used this history as an opiate; while it described my beloved friends, fresh with life and glowing with hope, active assistants on the scene, I was soothed; there will be a more melancholy pleasure in painting the end of all. But the intermediate steps, the climbing the wall, raised up between what was and is, while I still looked back nor saw the concealed desert beyond, is a labour past my strength. Time and experience have placed me on an height from which I can comprehend the past as a...
Стр. 25 - As the sun, Ere it is risen, sometimes paints its image In the atmosphere, so often do the spirits Of great events stride on before the events, And in to-day already walks to-morrow.
Стр. 150 - England, no more; for without her children, what name could that barren island claim? With tenacious grasp we clung to such rule and order as could best save us; trusting that, if a little colony could be preserved, that would suffice at some remoter period to restore the lost community of mankind. But the game is up! We must all die; nor leave survivor nor heir to the wide inheritance of earth. We must all die! The species of man must perish; his frame of exquisite workmanship; the wondrous mechanism...
Стр. 196 - ... feed radiant meditation. Ah! while I streak this paper with the tale of what my so named occupations were — while I shape the skeleton of my days — my hand trembles — my heart pants, and my brain refuses to lend expression, or phrase, or idea, by which to image forth the veil of unutterable woe that clothed these bare realities. O, worn and beating heart, may I dissect thy fibres, and tell how in each unmitigable misery, sadness dire, repinings, and despair, existed? May I record my many...