Littell's Living Age, Volume 117Living Age Company Incorporated, 1873 |
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... passed her . She seemed abstract- amusements ; nay , they legislate ed , gazing into space as one absorbed in against amusement . They have no lei- thought or reverie . Her complexion was sure - day but Sunday ; and on that day clear ...
... passed her . She seemed abstract- amusements ; nay , they legislate ed , gazing into space as one absorbed in against amusement . They have no lei- thought or reverie . Her complexion was sure - day but Sunday ; and on that day clear ...
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... passed on . If my old friend , the above- treat itself , apart from objectionable mentioned incumbent , should chance to modes of obtaining money for it , is often read this paper , he will at this point so managed as to be a ...
... passed on . If my old friend , the above- treat itself , apart from objectionable mentioned incumbent , should chance to modes of obtaining money for it , is often read this paper , he will at this point so managed as to be a ...
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... passed off better if he had stayed here to amuse them . " " Oh , oh ! " said Mr. Lillingstone , still " I can tell you what that letter was pacing up and down , and continuing his about , Elsie , " she said , as soon as she got own ...
... passed off better if he had stayed here to amuse them . " " Oh , oh ! " said Mr. Lillingstone , still " I can tell you what that letter was pacing up and down , and continuing his about , Elsie , " she said , as soon as she got own ...
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... passing through the farm last night he saw a man and woman standing at the dairy - door , just where they ought to be , and he persists they were the ghosts . It is lucky for me you passed , or I have no doubt I should still be ...
... passing through the farm last night he saw a man and woman standing at the dairy - door , just where they ought to be , and he persists they were the ghosts . It is lucky for me you passed , or I have no doubt I should still be ...
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... passed away in its turn . Then the wind blew piteously over the wet ground , and made the willows shiver . Now summer was burning them again , and they were thirsty and craved for shelter , but there was none ; and the lodes were ...
... passed away in its turn . Then the wind blew piteously over the wet ground , and made the willows shiver . Now summer was burning them again , and they were thirsty and craved for shelter , but there was none ; and the lodes were ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Alain Alice anagram asked beauty Bethsaida Blackwood's Magazine called Captain Carthew character Chaucer cher Church crime Cromwell Crustacea dear death doubt Drayton Eastwood England English Enguerrand eyes face father feel felt Frederick French genius girl give Graham hand hath heart Hero honour hope human Innocent Isaura Jebel Musa Katherine kind King knew lady laugh Lebeau less letter live look Lord Lord Lytton Louvier Madame Mallett matter Mauléon means ment mind Monsieur mother nature navvy Nelly never once Orleanist Paris passed perhaps person poet political poor Prescott Raleigh Rameau Rochebriant round Savarin seemed Shakespeare Sir Stephen smile soul speak Strafford suppose sure tell thing thou thought Tintoretto tion Titian told took ture turned Vane Vicomte woman words writing young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 199 - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o...
Página 199 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery...
Página 427 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Página 201 - If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne, And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
Página 376 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Página 198 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Página 196 - And who, in time, knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent, T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores? What worlds in th' yet unformed Occident May come refined with th
Página 251 - And there are also many other things which Jesus did, the which, if they should be written every one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that should be written.
Página 194 - Trompington I laughed with Chaucer in the hawthorn shade ; Heard him, while birds were warbling, tell his tales Of amorous passion. And that gentle Bard, Chosen by the Muses for their Page of State — Sweet Spenser, moving through his clouded heaven With the moon's beauty and the moon's soft pace, I called him Brother, Englishman, and Friend ! Yea, our blind Poet, who in his later day, Stood almost single ; uttering odious truth...
Página 348 - Was roofed with clouds of rich emblazonry Dark purple at the zenith, which still grew Down the steep West into a wondrous hue Brighter than burning gold, even to the rent Where the swift sun yet paused in his descent Among the many-folded hills : they were Those famous Euganean hills, which bear, As seen from Lido thro...