The soldier of fortune1843 |
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... honour as the Spaniard . " 66 Ay , and sudden and quick in quarrel as the fiery Tybalt , ' " said the Cornet . " He was in the service a trifle too late , " continued Sabretash , " had he served during the war he must have risen to ...
... honour as the Spaniard . " 66 Ay , and sudden and quick in quarrel as the fiery Tybalt , ' " said the Cornet . " He was in the service a trifle too late , " continued Sabretash , " had he served during the war he must have risen to ...
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... honoured and curious in architecture . I was now about to introduce myself to its inhabitants , though the unpleasant mission I found myself necessitated to undertake robbed me of any sort of curiosity , or anticipated pleasure 26 THE ...
... honoured and curious in architecture . I was now about to introduce myself to its inhabitants , though the unpleasant mission I found myself necessitated to undertake robbed me of any sort of curiosity , or anticipated pleasure 26 THE ...
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... to its minutest particular , the late untoward rencontre ; the other was the very marked and contemptuous bearing of my younger visitor . Sprung from ancestry , time honoured as his own , I could ill brook 46 THE SOLDIER.
... to its minutest particular , the late untoward rencontre ; the other was the very marked and contemptuous bearing of my younger visitor . Sprung from ancestry , time honoured as his own , I could ill brook 46 THE SOLDIER.
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Henry Curling. time honoured as his own , I could ill brook the hauteur with which he bore himself , and any other circumstances , I should doubtless have returned the scorn it was his pleasure in to treat me with . At the present time ...
Henry Curling. time honoured as his own , I could ill brook the hauteur with which he bore himself , and any other circumstances , I should doubtless have returned the scorn it was his pleasure in to treat me with . At the present time ...
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... person to ride my present but herself . " " Then you thought wrong , Sir knight , " she returned , laughing , " as , alas the day , you so often manage to do . But we have not had the honour of your society , my Lord , for 62 THE SOLDIER.
... person to ride my present but herself . " " Then you thought wrong , Sir knight , " she returned , laughing , " as , alas the day , you so often manage to do . But we have not had the honour of your society , my Lord , for 62 THE SOLDIER.
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acquaintance Allworthy Altamont amongst amusing apartment appearance arms beautiful beheld bothie Bullyman Captain cavalier Cœur de Lion companion continued Cornet dark death delight Doctor door Dorothea dreadful Duchess Duke father favour fear feelings fellow felt fire Fort George gazed gentleman glance Grange half hand Harrowgate head heard Heaven honour horse hour Hubald Hussars instant instantly knew Lady Constance Lady de Clifford leave look Lord Hardenbrass mansion Marchioness Marston Hall ment Miss Villeroy mistress moat Montdidier morning murder never night officers once party passed play rapier Ratcliffe Blount regiment returned Richborough round Roussillon scene seated seemed seized servant SHAKSPERE side Sir Clinton Murdake Snaffle soldier SOLDIER OF FORTUNE soon sort spot Squire steed stood struck table d'hôte thee thing thought threw town turned village walked Warwickshire waters whilst Wickford Yoiks young youth
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Página 270 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides...
Página 279 - God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Página 243 - Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
Página 174 - O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Macb. There's comfort yet, they are assailable; Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight; ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Página 279 - List his discourse of war, and you shall hear A fearful battle render'd you in music : Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter...
Página 26 - ... level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea; and other times to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book and sit him down and die.
Página 280 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys...
Página 72 - Peace, cousin, say no more : And now I will unclasp a secret book, And to your quick-conceiving discontents I'll read you matter deep and dangerous ; As full of peril, and advent'rous spirit, As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud, On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
Página 119 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Página 280 - Ah, what a life were this! How sweet! How lovely! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking on their silly sheep Than doth a rich embroidered canopy To kings that fear their subjects