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said the Nabob , “ thou thread , thou thimble , thou yard , thou flea , thou nit , thus
to brave me to my teeth - - - who are you ? What are you doing here , Madam ,
with this scum ? O terrible ! terrible ! terrible ! " “ I am a gentleman , and no tailor ...
said the Nabob , “ thou thread , thou thimble , thou yard , thou flea , thou nit , thus
to brave me to my teeth - - - who are you ? What are you doing here , Madam ,
with this scum ? O terrible ! terrible ! terrible ! " “ I am a gentleman , and no tailor ...
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Unfortunate boy ! thou art to be pitied - not she ! Her angel spirit has gone to her
Father above - but what must his reflection awaken , every time he beholds her in
the mirror of memory ! — True - you ' are perfectly philosophical in saying that ...
Unfortunate boy ! thou art to be pitied - not she ! Her angel spirit has gone to her
Father above - but what must his reflection awaken , every time he beholds her in
the mirror of memory ! — True - you ' are perfectly philosophical in saying that ...
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But God said unto him , Thou fool ! this night thy soul shall be required of thee :
then whose shall those things be , which thou hast provided ? " With the price of
my gems , which I so fortunately converted into money in Dublin , I made v my ...
But God said unto him , Thou fool ! this night thy soul shall be required of thee :
then whose shall those things be , which thou hast provided ? " With the price of
my gems , which I so fortunately converted into money in Dublin , I made v my ...
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seco wa reduced my feelings , may be inferred from the simple circumstance of
my bursting into tears one Sunday in church , when the first part of the
twentysecond psalm was read ~ " My God , my God , look upon me ; why hast
thou forsaken ...
seco wa reduced my feelings , may be inferred from the simple circumstance of
my bursting into tears one Sunday in church , when the first part of the
twentysecond psalm was read ~ " My God , my God , look upon me ; why hast
thou forsaken ...
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I have made a full stop to tell thee , that one is the old family seat , from time
immemorial ; thou canst not conceive the antiquity it indicates , unless thou wert
here to see the changes it hath undergone with the passing centuries , and
mutations ...
I have made a full stop to tell thee , that one is the old family seat , from time
immemorial ; thou canst not conceive the antiquity it indicates , unless thou wert
here to see the changes it hath undergone with the passing centuries , and
mutations ...
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Página 293 - Know, all the good that individuals find, Or God and nature meant to mere mankind, Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words, health, peace, and competence But health consists with temperance alone ; And peace, oh virtue ! peace is all thy own.
Página 13 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O ! I have suffered With those that I saw suffer : a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces.
Página 38 - Rejoice the soul of thy servant : for unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul.
Página 265 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Página 39 - Existence may be borne, and the deep root Of life and sufferance make its firm abode In bare and desolated bosoms ; mute The camel labours with the heaviest load, And the wolf dies in silence...
Página 1 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye. But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
Página 231 - Then before All they stand — the holy vow And ring of gold, no fond illusions now, Bind her as his. Across the threshold led, And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, His house she enters — there to be a light Shining within, when all without is night ; A guardian- angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing...
Página 250 - Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains, Winning from Reason's hand the reins, Pity and woe ! for such a mind Is soft, contemplative, and kind ; And woe to those who train such youth, And spare to press the rights of truth...
Página 175 - And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence ? How the dear object from the crime remove, Or how distinguish penitence from love ? Unequal task ! a passion to resign, For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine. Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state, How often must it love, how often hate ! How often hope, despair, resent, regret, Conceal, disdain, — do all things but forget.
Página 75 - Oh, how much doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem, For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
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| Título | Forty years in the world; or, Sketches and tales of a soldier's life, by the author of Fifteen years in India, Volumen3 Volumen3 de Forty Years in the World: Or, Sketches and Tales of a Soldier's Life, Robert Grenville Wallace Forty years in the world; or, Sketches and tales of a soldier's life, by the author of Fifteen years in India, Robert Grenville Wallace |
| Autor | Robert Grenville Wallace |
| Edición | 2 |
| Publicado | 1825 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 17 Mayo 2007 |
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