Gems of Literature, Or Tales for All Times: Being a Selection from the Most Admired WritersJ. Robertson, 1840 |
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... speaking to the Count . " " Did he say so ? impudent rascal ! egad , then so he shall . Give me my dressing gown , -those slippers too . Place my foils on the table , my sword , and my little ... speak my mind 24 THE MAN OF FASHION ; OR ,
... speaking to the Count . " " Did he say so ? impudent rascal ! egad , then so he shall . Give me my dressing gown , -those slippers too . Place my foils on the table , my sword , and my little ... speak my mind 24 THE MAN OF FASHION ; OR ,
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... speak my mind to him at last . " The Count did not appear to notice his entrance , further than to observe , while continuing his practice , " Ah ! M. Kirchman , is that you ? by what chance do you come here ? " By no chance at all ...
... speak my mind to him at last . " The Count did not appear to notice his entrance , further than to observe , while continuing his practice , " Ah ! M. Kirchman , is that you ? by what chance do you come here ? " By no chance at all ...
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... speaking a word ; and , sometimes , but this was seldom the case , he had condescended to laugh at her brilliant sallies . Christina had given him up in despair : great was her indig- nation at her father's providing her with such a ...
... speaking a word ; and , sometimes , but this was seldom the case , he had condescended to laugh at her brilliant sallies . Christina had given him up in despair : great was her indig- nation at her father's providing her with such a ...
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... speaking to those around , betrayed no emotion from the sudden- ness of the accident . " This my lord ' is quite a gentleman ! " whispered a woman to her neighbour . Yes , " replied an old workman ; " but what an odd accent he has got ...
... speaking to those around , betrayed no emotion from the sudden- ness of the accident . " This my lord ' is quite a gentleman ! " whispered a woman to her neighbour . Yes , " replied an old workman ; " but what an odd accent he has got ...
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... speak French , but which is impos- sible to describe ; " what have you remarkable in this little town ? " " Nothing , my lord , " replied he ; " nothing very curious . ' " What ! -nothing ? No ruins ? no theatre ? not a single monument ...
... speak French , but which is impos- sible to describe ; " what have you remarkable in this little town ? " " Nothing , my lord , " replied he ; " nothing very curious . ' " What ! -nothing ? No ruins ? no theatre ? not a single monument ...
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Argyleshire arms beautiful bless bosom captain Charles Charles Foster Charlie Maxwell cheek child Christina cloak cold cottage cried dark David Johnston dear delight door Drax dress Edmonstone Ericson exclaimed eyes face Fanny father feel Firth of Clyde Fitzclarence Flora flowers frae Frosinone Gabriel gentleman girl gone Gourock Greenock gridiron hand happy Harry Dalton heard heart heaven Henry Jenkins honour hour Joey John Carty John Fraser Julia Kate Kate Connor kiss knew lady laugh looked lord marriage Mary Mary Johnston Mary Robinson mind morning mother Neptune never night passion pocket-book poor postilion replied says seat seemed sighed sister sleep smile sorrow stranger sure sweet tears tell thee there's Thevenet thing thou thought throth tion took vex'd voice walked widow wife wish woman word young youth
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Página 141 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 222 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine?-— See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another...
Página 177 - To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this ! The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow; It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.
Página 177 - WHEN we two parted . In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee, Who knew...
Página 42 - Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount and stream and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight: Where are those dreamers now?
Página 85 - Dhas went down like a lump o' lead afore we wor many sthrokes o' the oar away from her. " Well, we dhrifted away all that night, and next mornin...
Página 21 - Twas morning's winged dream ; 'Twas a light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream : Oh ! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream.
Página 177 - And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell. In secret we met: In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
Página 87 - Well, the last bishkit was sarved out, and by gor the wather itself was all gone at last, and we passed the night mighty cowld — well, at the brake o' day the sun riz most beautiful out o' the waves, that was as bright as silver and as clear as cryshthal. But it was only the more crule upon uz, for we wor beginnin...
Página 238 - I'm weary and must sleep ! Who was it called my name ? — Nay, do not weep. You'll all come soon !" Morning spread over earth her rosy wings — And that meek sufferer, cold and ivory pale, Lay on his couch asleep ! The gentle air Came through the open window, freighted with The...