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... asked everybody if it were true , and seemed struck with horror at the idea of never again seeing his native deserts . He addressed his inquiries par- ticularly to Sheakh Seyd , who , as chief of the Ababdes , he did not think capable ...
... asked everybody if it were true , and seemed struck with horror at the idea of never again seeing his native deserts . He addressed his inquiries par- ticularly to Sheakh Seyd , who , as chief of the Ababdes , he did not think capable ...
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... asking her if she could direct him to a lodging . " Not in that merry village we have just left , " he said , for I am unwell and tired . " " 6 Be- The woman pointed to a little path , not very far from the spot where they stood , which ...
... asking her if she could direct him to a lodging . " Not in that merry village we have just left , " he said , for I am unwell and tired . " " 6 Be- The woman pointed to a little path , not very far from the spot where they stood , which ...
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... asked , she rushed before them , while a scream was heard from every one near her . She led the way to the room she had so lately occu- pied , now almost as dark as night with smoke . The firemen recoiled till they saw her still press ...
... asked , she rushed before them , while a scream was heard from every one near her . She led the way to the room she had so lately occu- pied , now almost as dark as night with smoke . The firemen recoiled till they saw her still press ...
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... asked I , perceiving at a glance that he was big with his story . " Thank ye , sir , " responded Tibbs , and to it we went - puff , puff . " Clippers in light winds , these Ame- rican craft , Tibbs ! " I muttered between the puffs ...
... asked I , perceiving at a glance that he was big with his story . " Thank ye , sir , " responded Tibbs , and to it we went - puff , puff . " Clippers in light winds , these Ame- rican craft , Tibbs ! " I muttered between the puffs ...
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... asking her what she thought of Alexander the Great ? Christina burst out a laughing , and replied , with great simplicity , " that she had never thought much about him ; but she remembered , whilst reading his history , considering him ...
... asking her what she thought of Alexander the Great ? Christina burst out a laughing , and replied , with great simplicity , " that she had never thought much about him ; but she remembered , whilst reading his history , considering him ...
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 238 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare : — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale...
Página 356 - That hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a
Página 155 - As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Página 237 - Tis my desire to be alone : Ne'er well but when my thoughts and I Do domineer in privacy. No gem, no treasure like to this, 'Tis my delight, my crown, my bliss. All my joys to this are folly : Nought so sweet as melancholy...
Página 247 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, — They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Página 54 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From, joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Página 245 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread.
Página 331 - No — he was a man who had a real, simple, and sincere love for the birds of the air, the beasts of the field...
Página 157 - ... as being out of countenance; his beard was very thin: his tongue too large for his mouth, which ever made him speak full in the mouth, and made him drink very uncomely, as if eating his drink, which came out into the cup of each side of his mouth; his skin was as soft as taffeta sarsnet, which felt so, because he never washed his hands, only rubbed his fingers ends slightly with the wet end of a napkin.