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... turned over volume after volume , but threw them by with distaste ; " Well , then , " said I at length , in despair , " if I cannot read a book , I will write one . " Never was there a more lucky idea ; it at once gave me occupation and ...
... turned over volume after volume , but threw them by with distaste ; " Well , then , " said I at length , in despair , " if I cannot read a book , I will write one . " Never was there a more lucky idea ; it at once gave me occupation and ...
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... turned as to what quarters each would find , on being thus sud- denly billeted in so antiquated a mansion . 66 By my ... turning into my bed in mistake for her grave in the church- yard . " " Do you believe in ghosts , then ? " said a ...
... turned as to what quarters each would find , on being thus sud- denly billeted in so antiquated a mansion . 66 By my ... turning into my bed in mistake for her grave in the church- yard . " " Do you believe in ghosts , then ? " said a ...
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... turned upon the speaker . He was an old gentleman , one side of whose face was no match for the other . The eyelid drooped and hung down like an unhinged window - shutter . Indeed , the whole side of his head . was dilapidated , and ...
... turned upon the speaker . He was an old gentleman , one side of whose face was no match for the other . The eyelid drooped and hung down like an unhinged window - shutter . Indeed , the whole side of his head . was dilapidated , and ...
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... turned out of their graves at midnight . The wind would spring up into a hoarse murmur through this passage , and creak the door to and fro , as if some dubious ghost were balancing in its mind whether to come in or not . In a word ...
... turned out of their graves at midnight . The wind would spring up into a hoarse murmur through this passage , and creak the door to and fro , as if some dubious ghost were balancing in its mind whether to come in or not . In a word ...
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... turned his back to the door , hoisted the bed - clothes high over his shoulders , and gradually fell asleep . How long he slept he could not say , when he was awakened by the voice of some one at his bed - side . He turned round , and ...
... turned his back to the door , hoisted the bed - clothes high over his shoulders , and gradually fell asleep . How long he slept he could not say , when he was awakened by the voice of some one at his bed - side . He turned round , and ...
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Página 161 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 230 - ... true sympathy; how few love us for ourselves; how few will befriend us in our misfortunes; then it is that we think of the mother we have lost. It is true I had always loved my mother, even in my most heedless days; but I felt how inconsiderate and ineffectual had been my love. My heart melted as I retraced the days of infancy, when I was led by a mother's hand, and rocked to sleep in a mother's arms, and was without care or sorrow. "O my mother!
Página 363 - Now I remember those old women's words, Who in my wealth would tell me winter's tales, And speak of spirits and ghosts that glide by night About the place where treasure hath been hid...
Página xi - There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in travelling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.