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... thing about the Arctic regions , if I remember rightly ) , and now began the greatest panto- mimic scene of all - namely , murder by poison , after the manner in which the player king is dis- posed of in " Hamlet . " Thackeray had found ...
... thing about the Arctic regions , if I remember rightly ) , and now began the greatest panto- mimic scene of all - namely , murder by poison , after the manner in which the player king is dis- posed of in " Hamlet . " Thackeray had found ...
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... things , they were soon irretrievably and eperdument in love with each other . Genevieve , to much gentleness of character ... thing had never been heard of or L'art de bien conter is still a Frenchman's contemplated : but the tears of ...
... things , they were soon irretrievably and eperdument in love with each other . Genevieve , to much gentleness of character ... thing had never been heard of or L'art de bien conter is still a Frenchman's contemplated : but the tears of ...
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... thing or another odious in her situation ? Or perhaps a couple ere yet the honey - moon has filled her horns ? Why , the very knowledge that such a thing is possible is enough to change a bridal - bed into a pigsty , in the en- amoured ...
... thing or another odious in her situation ? Or perhaps a couple ere yet the honey - moon has filled her horns ? Why , the very knowledge that such a thing is possible is enough to change a bridal - bed into a pigsty , in the en- amoured ...
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... thing . He talks , with that instrument of speech and torture , of poetry , and painting , and music - and , to crown all , he is a Whig . We know of no bagman half so bad as this- and , as he used to infest the Lakes , we wish to put ...
... thing . He talks , with that instrument of speech and torture , of poetry , and painting , and music - and , to crown all , he is a Whig . We know of no bagman half so bad as this- and , as he used to infest the Lakes , we wish to put ...
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... thing has a very odd name , Jack . What think you of Bad Leg ? " " Nonsense . Miss Bad Leg ! im- possible . I know of nobody of the name of Bad . Come , you're joking , and I can't stop long . I'll come back to dinner , if you like ...
... thing has a very odd name , Jack . What think you of Bad Leg ? " " Nonsense . Miss Bad Leg ! im- possible . I know of nobody of the name of Bad . Come , you're joking , and I can't stop long . I'll come back to dinner , if you like ...
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Strona 49 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Strona 83 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Strona 49 - Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Strona 364 - His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap : More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His beloved — sleep.
Strona 6 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
Strona 49 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Strona 23 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Strona 49 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Strona 269 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Strona 73 - Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.