Readings from the best authors, ed. by A.H. Bryce, Wydanie 10Archibald Hamilton Bryce 1862 |
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... fire ; but Port- man forbade all violence . The prisoner's dress was that of a shepherd ; his beard , prematurely grey , was of several days ' growth . He trembled greatly , and was unable to speak . Even those who had often seen him ...
... fire ; but Port- man forbade all violence . The prisoner's dress was that of a shepherd ; his beard , prematurely grey , was of several days ' growth . He trembled greatly , and was unable to speak . Even those who had often seen him ...
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... fire ; pulls up his drawbridge . A slight sputter ; -which has kindled the too combustible chaos - made it a roaring fire - chaos ! Bursts forth insurrection , at sight of its own blood ( for there were deaths by that sputter of fire ) ...
... fire ; pulls up his drawbridge . A slight sputter ; -which has kindled the too combustible chaos - made it a roaring fire - chaos ! Bursts forth insurrection , at sight of its own blood ( for there were deaths by that sputter of fire ) ...
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... Fire - Mahlstrom which is lashing round the Bastille ...... Blood flows , the aliment of new madness . The wounded are carried into houses of the Rue Cerisaie ; the dying leave their last mandate not to yield till the accursed ...
... Fire - Mahlstrom which is lashing round the Bastille ...... Blood flows , the aliment of new madness . The wounded are carried into houses of the Rue Cerisaie ; the dying leave their last mandate not to yield till the accursed ...
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... fire . The poor invalides have sunk under their battlements , or rise only with reversed muskets — they have made a white flag of napkins - go beat- ing the chamade , or seeming to beat , for one can hear nothing . The very Swiss at the ...
... fire . The poor invalides have sunk under their battlements , or rise only with reversed muskets — they have made a white flag of napkins - go beat- ing the chamade , or seeming to beat , for one can hear nothing . The very Swiss at the ...
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... fire did their work . The Frenchmen heard the moans and shrieks , and the tumult of despair , as dying men and women ... fire , until all was silent but its own roaring ; and burnt , maimed , and convulsed corpses , blackened , some of ...
... fire did their work . The Frenchmen heard the moans and shrieks , and the tumult of despair , as dying men and women ... fire , until all was silent but its own roaring ; and burnt , maimed , and convulsed corpses , blackened , some of ...
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Strona 297 - Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Strona 281 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Strona 85 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Strona 252 - Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Strona 281 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason ? I am a Jew...
Strona 166 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Strona 201 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Strona 238 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Strona 296 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roared, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy, But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Strona 237 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...