My Scrapes and Escapes, Or The Adventures of a Student1853 |
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... poor ! He would leave me alone fast enough then . My benighted soul , that he is everlastingly descanting upon , might get to heaven in its own way . " 66 " He may have your good at heart , " said I , trying to soothe her . " And his ...
... poor ! He would leave me alone fast enough then . My benighted soul , that he is everlastingly descanting upon , might get to heaven in its own way . " 66 " He may have your good at heart , " said I , trying to soothe her . " And his ...
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... poor devils you are leaving behind to broken hearts , and invite us to visit you ? " " I - I shall see , " pouted the beauty . " I can make no promises , for the captain's connexions are high , as you know , so I must of course be ...
... poor devils you are leaving behind to broken hearts , and invite us to visit you ? " " I - I shall see , " pouted the beauty . " I can make no promises , for the captain's connexions are high , as you know , so I must of course be ...
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... poor Caroline , in her wild dismay , tore her orange - blossoms to pieces . It appeared - for , bit by bit , the whole plot and counter - plot was laid bare that Fitzhenry had , in the first instance , proposed to Mrs. Dash- ingly for ...
... poor Caroline , in her wild dismay , tore her orange - blossoms to pieces . It appeared - for , bit by bit , the whole plot and counter - plot was laid bare that Fitzhenry had , in the first instance , proposed to Mrs. Dash- ingly for ...
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... poor Caroline's wedding . Alfred talked largely about calling . the captain out , but it came to nothing . Sir Popperton's opinion was strongly expressed upon the matter , and as he had thirty thousand pounds , and over , to leave to ...
... poor Caroline's wedding . Alfred talked largely about calling . the captain out , but it came to nothing . Sir Popperton's opinion was strongly expressed upon the matter , and as he had thirty thousand pounds , and over , to leave to ...
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... poor wanderer of the wood and wild - liberty's a glorious feast ! " 66 " So is haresoup ! " said a still , small voice within me ; not from my heart , I fear , but rather from the region of the stomach . " And Nancy at the Hen and ...
... poor wanderer of the wood and wild - liberty's a glorious feast ! " 66 " So is haresoup ! " said a still , small voice within me ; not from my heart , I fear , but rather from the region of the stomach . " And Nancy at the Hen and ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
altogether appeared Basil beautiful became began body bosom bright called Caroline cheroot child cold connexion continued creature cried crime dark Dashingly death delight door dread dress ears Edmund enford England excited expression eyes face father fear feeling felt Fitzhenry girl Granton hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hour immediately Jacobin club Jaques John Ormond JULES SANDEAU knew labor laugh Leah leave length Leyden jars light Lilias Lina lips look marriage master Merrick midwife mind mother mulatto never Newcomen engine night once Oxenford pale passed passion Peeche person Peter Watkin poor possessed Raby rience round scene seemed side smile sound spirit stone stood strange struck talking theatre thing thought tion took trees turned Vaspar voice voltaic pile walked Warkworth whilst whole wild woman wonder young
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Página 141 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Página 146 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Página 146 - When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that...
Página 146 - Of one that loved not wisely but too well ; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplex'd in the extreme ; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe ; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum.
Página 38 - twere the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape, and the wave Of woods and cornfields, and the abodes of men Scatter'd at intervals, and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs ; the hill Was crown'd with a peculiar diadem Of trees, in circular array, so fix'd, Not by the sport of nature, but of man...
Página 148 - No : — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Página 176 - The bird of all birds that I love the best Is the robin that in the churchyard builds its nest; For he seems to watch Kathleen, hops lightly o'er Kathleen, My Kathleen O'More!
Página 145 - All this while he was staring into the empty air behind me — then turning to me, he said with a wan smile, " Ah, she will go. Poor thing, she was always so shy. Hark !— her little one's tiny mournful cry as she carries it away through that outer place there, but that will not much trouble her — her heart is fixed so firmly on another object. It's a pity she has left, but I shall see her to-night at the Woodlands.
Página 117 - His chief resort in the town was the neighbourhood of the theatre. There, about the private stage-door, he would linger day after day, watching the players (great and happy people they !) as they went to, or returned from rehearsal, and making conjectures, from their appearance, which of them was likeliest to be the one that usually played Hamlet. But when he could obtain by any means a shilling, the admission price to the high gallery, was not his happiness complete? There, perched far aloft, he...
Página 294 - Bring him to look me in the face !'' Two of them immediately jumped into the vault and pushed him up through the trap. His hands and feet had been tied, and as they thrust him up into the light, he struggled much to avoid the sharp edges of the stones. As his head and chest appeared through the aperture, and while his eyes were yet blinded with the sudden change from darkness to bright light, Quin rushed to him, and dashed his fist •with his whole force into his face. He fell back with a loud cry...