The Mistake of a Life-time: Or, the Robber of the Rhine Valley. A Story of the Mysteries of the Shore, and the Vicissitudes of the SeaF. Gleason, 1850 - Всего страниц: 319 |
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... give no heed to the turmoil and rioting , so long as it was confined within doors , and did not burst forth into the open light in the streets . They had become calloused to these bachannalian scenes and vulgar habits , by in- timacy ...
... give no heed to the turmoil and rioting , so long as it was confined within doors , and did not burst forth into the open light in the streets . They had become calloused to these bachannalian scenes and vulgar habits , by in- timacy ...
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... give up his object in despair , and returning to his young companion at the table , he conversed with him in a low tone for some minutes . They were resolving in what way it would be best for them to proceed in order to gain their ...
... give up his object in despair , and returning to his young companion at the table , he conversed with him in a low tone for some minutes . They were resolving in what way it would be best for them to proceed in order to gain their ...
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... Give me the wine , " said the man , stretch- ing forth his hand to take it from the table . But as the villain extended his arm , the gentleman raised himself to his full height , and with a blow given almost as quick as thought itself ...
... Give me the wine , " said the man , stretch- ing forth his hand to take it from the table . But as the villain extended his arm , the gentleman raised himself to his full height , and with a blow given almost as quick as thought itself ...
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... give me leave to hope that this feeling , that pos sesses my whole soul , is mutual . Do not drive me from you , for thus speaking frankly the devotion that prompts me . I will not ask you to write to me , but give me a flower , a leaf ...
... give me leave to hope that this feeling , that pos sesses my whole soul , is mutual . Do not drive me from you , for thus speaking frankly the devotion that prompts me . I will not ask you to write to me , but give me a flower , a leaf ...
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... give the word . A token of assent was observed from either party . " One - two - fire ! " did his wife , even , know that any trouble had occurred between them . She supposed that a severe indisposition , caused by fever , was the ...
... give the word . A token of assent was observed from either party . " One - two - fire ! " did his wife , even , know that any trouble had occurred between them . She supposed that a severe indisposition , caused by fever , was the ...
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Стр. 273 - Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light; But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Стр. 69 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Стр. 287 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Стр. 145 - We see in needleworks and embroideries it is more pleasing to have a lively work upon a sad and solemn ground than to have a dark and melancholy work upon a lightsome ground : judge therefore of the pleasure of the heart by the pleasure of the eye. Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed ; for Prosperity doth best discover vice, but Adversity doth best discover virtue.
Стр. 227 - Upon her face there was the tint of grief, The settled shadow of an inward strife, And an unquiet drooping of the eye As if its lid were charged with unshed tears.
Стр. 179 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Стр. 23 - Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The fraughting souls within her.
Стр. 309 - The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, And oh! that eye was in itself a Soul...
Стр. 307 - Time ! the beautifier of the dead, Adorner of the ruin, comforter And only healer when the heart hath bled — Time ! the corrector where our judgments err, The test of truth, love, — sole philosopher, For all beside are sophists, from thy thrift, Which never loses though it doth defer — Time, the avenger ! unto thee I lift My hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave of thee a gift ; CXXXI.
Стр. 303 - High minds, of native pride and force, Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse ! Fear, for their scourge, mean villains have, Thou art the torturer of the brave...