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... seem hardly of sufficient importance to call the spirit from its dread abode . : I do not believe that there have been any murders in my family . No maiden aunt drowned herself for love ; no grim grand - uncle flung the hapless evidence ...
... seem hardly of sufficient importance to call the spirit from its dread abode . : I do not believe that there have been any murders in my family . No maiden aunt drowned herself for love ; no grim grand - uncle flung the hapless evidence ...
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... seem- ed to agitate him , and at last , with a convulsive gripe , he caught me by the arm . I felt that he trembled from head to foot . I endeavoured to burst from him , and get at the bell- handle ; but he pulled me back , and said ...
... seem- ed to agitate him , and at last , with a convulsive gripe , he caught me by the arm . I felt that he trembled from head to foot . I endeavoured to burst from him , and get at the bell- handle ; but he pulled me back , and said ...
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... seem , about the mid - way of this our life's career , ' although not published until later . Here he will find that brilliancy of thought and diction , which in so remarkable a degree characterize the author , carried even to excess ...
... seem , about the mid - way of this our life's career , ' although not published until later . Here he will find that brilliancy of thought and diction , which in so remarkable a degree characterize the author , carried even to excess ...
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... seems to us to represent the real difference which exists between the effects of a stroke of Imagination and a stroke of quick Thought , or wit - a concetto , turn , or point . When Homer terms the morn rosy - fingered , ' we re ...
... seems to us to represent the real difference which exists between the effects of a stroke of Imagination and a stroke of quick Thought , or wit - a concetto , turn , or point . When Homer terms the morn rosy - fingered , ' we re ...
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... seems to act like a colder and weaker species of imagination furnishing the thoughts which play round the head , but do not touch the heart ; pleasing the eye and ear ; creating or heightening the idea of the beautiful much more than ...
... seems to act like a colder and weaker species of imagination furnishing the thoughts which play round the head , but do not touch the heart ; pleasing the eye and ear ; creating or heightening the idea of the beautiful much more than ...
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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.