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... stopped not to consider its propriety ; but I felt that I was quite unable to tell the story , and name myself as the cause ( even although the almost innocent cause ) of the old gentleman's death . VOL . I. с CHAPTER III . O when mine ...
... stopped not to consider its propriety ; but I felt that I was quite unable to tell the story , and name myself as the cause ( even although the almost innocent cause ) of the old gentleman's death . VOL . I. с CHAPTER III . O when mine ...
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... stopped abruptly , and , looking like some inhabitant of the skies , who had suddenly alighted upon the marble floor of the hall she stood in , awaited , in some little surprise , the explanation of my in- trusion 28 THE SOLDIER.
... stopped abruptly , and , looking like some inhabitant of the skies , who had suddenly alighted upon the marble floor of the hall she stood in , awaited , in some little surprise , the explanation of my in- trusion 28 THE SOLDIER.
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... stopped short . The high bred , I have observed , are always courteous , even when distant in their manners . The Duchess of Hurricane , however , was one of those persons who could freeze a forward tongue into silence , by a glance ...
... stopped short . The high bred , I have observed , are always courteous , even when distant in their manners . The Duchess of Hurricane , however , was one of those persons who could freeze a forward tongue into silence , by a glance ...
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... silk button . " We shall have swords out , and tilting at each other's breasts in fine style , if you but look upon his lady bright with an eye of admira- tion . " " Indeed ! " I exclaimed , stopping short , OF FORTUNE . 53.
... silk button . " We shall have swords out , and tilting at each other's breasts in fine style , if you but look upon his lady bright with an eye of admira- tion . " " Indeed ! " I exclaimed , stopping short , OF FORTUNE . 53.
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Henry Curling. " Indeed ! " I exclaimed , stopping short , " Lord Hardenbrass then is the lover of Miss Villeroy ; and is he , think you , beloved again ? " With all my endeavour at carelessness in the question , I could hardly conceal ...
Henry Curling. " Indeed ! " I exclaimed , stopping short , " Lord Hardenbrass then is the lover of Miss Villeroy ; and is he , think you , beloved again ? " With all my endeavour at carelessness in the question , I could hardly conceal ...
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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