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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... young girl of some thirteen or four- teen years of age , but of most singular and striking beauty . Perhaps it was the contrast that the child afforded to the surrounding company and the place itself , that startled the younger of the ...
... young girl of some thirteen or four- teen years of age , but of most singular and striking beauty . Perhaps it was the contrast that the child afforded to the surrounding company and the place itself , that startled the younger of the ...
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... young girl al- ready referred to . The woman seemed much interested , but did not appear to concede the point , which the customer urged with much earnestness . In the mean time the party at the opposite table were eyeing first the ...
... young girl al- ready referred to . The woman seemed much interested , but did not appear to concede the point , which the customer urged with much earnestness . In the mean time the party at the opposite table were eyeing first the ...
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... young man , I fre- quently performed harder feats than this has proved , on a simple bet , and without this neat bit of an Indian weapon either . You know I am considered to be very strong . " " I shall never doubt it after what I have ...
... young man , I fre- quently performed harder feats than this has proved , on a simple bet , and without this neat bit of an Indian weapon either . You know I am considered to be very strong . " " I shall never doubt it after what I have ...
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... young girl from the floor and kindly parting the soft hair from her forehead , touched a bell at his side for a servant . Walter was much younger in years and " You will be faithful to me I trust ; nay , I feel that you will , Edith ...
... young girl from the floor and kindly parting the soft hair from her forehead , touched a bell at his side for a servant . Walter was much younger in years and " You will be faithful to me I trust ; nay , I feel that you will , Edith ...
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... young bosom heaving quickly with the host of strange and new emotions that filled it , and then turning to Walter she courtseyed with a natural grace and sweetness of manner , and wishing him also a " good night , " disappeared with the ...
... young bosom heaving quickly with the host of strange and new emotions that filled it , and then turning to Walter she courtseyed with a natural grace and sweetness of manner , and wishing him also a " good night , " disappeared with 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...