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... prisoner , until it has no small trouble to disentangle the false from the true enchantment . A curious characteristic of poets of this order is , that in their sweetest strains we can so frequently detect a determi- nation throughout ...
... prisoner , until it has no small trouble to disentangle the false from the true enchantment . A curious characteristic of poets of this order is , that in their sweetest strains we can so frequently detect a determi- nation throughout ...
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... . We have seen marvellous things ! ( ' ) The following tale was suggested by reading Lieut . Barnes ' Travels in Bokbara . 17 VOL . III . we have taken many prisoners ; amongst them one such JOHN BULL IN TARTARY . 129.
... . We have seen marvellous things ! ( ' ) The following tale was suggested by reading Lieut . Barnes ' Travels in Bokbara . 17 VOL . III . we have taken many prisoners ; amongst them one such JOHN BULL IN TARTARY . 129.
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... prisoner in the hands of a ruthless band of savages , his ser- vants fled , and his baggage dispersed to the four ... prisoners , were huddled ' together in a body , all awaiting the inspection of the great Khan or Chief . The hour for ...
... prisoner in the hands of a ruthless band of savages , his ser- vants fled , and his baggage dispersed to the four ... prisoners , were huddled ' together in a body , all awaiting the inspection of the great Khan or Chief . The hour for ...
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... prisoners they had made , the captain , accom- panied by Omar Aga , the second in command , came forward , and heard their Chief say , " Aferin ! Aferin ! well done ! O commander of a hundred ! And you ... prisoner JOHN BULL IN TARTARY . 133.
... prisoners they had made , the captain , accom- panied by Omar Aga , the second in command , came forward , and heard their Chief say , " Aferin ! Aferin ! well done ! O commander of a hundred ! And you ... prisoner JOHN BULL IN TARTARY . 133.
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... prisoner . 44 Do you eat pillao , and drink camel's milk ? » " No , " said the other . It is plain they are beasts ... prisoner . H # " 11 Then why do you make your clothes so tight ? » It is the custom , said the prisoner . B Have you ...
... prisoner . 44 Do you eat pillao , and drink camel's milk ? » " No , " said the other . It is plain they are beasts ... prisoner . H # " 11 Then why do you make your clothes so tight ? » It is the custom , said the prisoner . B Have you ...
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Página 371 - Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks; It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen.
Página 172 - Fear ye not me? Saith the LORD: will ye not tremble at my presence, which have placed the sand for the bound of the sea by a perpetual decree, that it cannot pass it: and though the waves thereof toss themselves, yet can they not prevail; though they roar, yet can they not pass over it?
Página 229 - He is a middle-sized, spare man, about forty years old, of a brown complexion and darkbrown coloured hair, but wears a wig ; a hooked nose, a sharp chin, grey eyes, and a large mole near his mouth...
Página 116 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 359 - I never saw them afterwards, or any sign of them except three of their hats, one cap, and two shoes that were not fellows.
Página 90 - The man that lays his hand upon a woman, Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch Whom 'twere gross flattery to name a coward.— I'll talk to you, lady, but not beat you.
Página 358 - Robinson Kreutznaer; but by the usual corruption of words in England we are now called, nay, we call ourselves, and write our name "Crusoe," and so my companions always called me.
Página 20 - The sun had long since, in the lap Of Thetis, taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn...
Página 127 - For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Página 81 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.