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... felt for an accurate , popular , and abundantly illustrated narrative of Medieval times . This want is now about to be supplied in the History of the Middle Ages ( forming the NEW VOLUME of CASSELL'S UNIVERSAL HISTORY ) , the issue of ...
... felt for an accurate , popular , and abundantly illustrated narrative of Medieval times . This want is now about to be supplied in the History of the Middle Ages ( forming the NEW VOLUME of CASSELL'S UNIVERSAL HISTORY ) , the issue of ...
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... . He admired the grounds , and remarked that he felt the sea air very brisk and refreshing . I privately wondered , on my side , how the celebrated Cuff had got his reputation . We reached the house ,. 2 v The Detective.
... . He admired the grounds , and remarked that he felt the sea air very brisk and refreshing . I privately wondered , on my side , how the celebrated Cuff had got his reputation . We reached the house ,. 2 v The Detective.
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... felt not arm nor rest below ; But swift and wained her through the light , Twas like the motion of sound or sight ; They seemed to split the gales of air , And yet nor gale nor breeze was there . Unraubered groves below them grew ; They ...
... felt not arm nor rest below ; But swift and wained her through the light , Twas like the motion of sound or sight ; They seemed to split the gales of air , And yet nor gale nor breeze was there . Unraubered groves below them grew ; They ...
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Gleanings. They bore her away , she wist not how , For she felt not arm nor rest below ; But so swift and wained her through the light , ' Twas like the motion of sound or sight ; They seemed to split the gales of air , And yet nor gale ...
Gleanings. They bore her away , she wist not how , For she felt not arm nor rest below ; But so swift and wained her through the light , ' Twas like the motion of sound or sight ; They seemed to split the gales of air , And yet nor gale ...
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... felt points with as much complacency as if he had been at once was no being of this world . His long , fan - contemplating the most fashionable pair of Wel- tastic legs , which might have reached the ground , were cocked up , and ...
... felt points with as much complacency as if he had been at once was no being of this world . His long , fan - contemplating the most fashionable pair of Wel- tastic legs , which might have reached the ground , were cocked up , and ...
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Strona 31 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
Strona 135 - MULLER, on a summer's day, Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health. Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee The mock-bird echoed from his tree. But when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast,— A wish, that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known.
Strona 198 - Man wants but little here below." Little I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone (A very plain brown stone will do, That I may call my own — And close at hand is such a one, In yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten; — If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. Amen!
Strona 187 - ... upon his head with terror. What was to be done? To turn and fly was now too late; and besides, what chance was there of escaping ghost or goblin, if such it was which could ride upon the wings of the wind? Summoning up, therefore, a show of courage, he demanded in stammering accents, " Who are you ?
Strona 31 - Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank, Ho! ho!
Strona 5 - Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen ; But it wasna to meet Duneira's men, Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see, For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be. It was only to hear the Yorlin sing, And pu...
Strona 209 - Be this," she cried, as she wing'd her flight, "My welcome gift at the Gates of Light. Though foul are the drops that oft distil On the field of warfare, blood like this, For Liberty shed, so holy is, It would not stain the purest rill, That sparkles among the Bowers of Bliss!
Strona 76 - For from cock-crow he had been travelling, And there was not a cloud in the sky. He drank of the water so cool and clear, For thirsty and hot was he ; And he sat down upon the bank, Under the willow-tree.
Strona 76 - A WELL there is in the west country, And a clearer one never was seen ; There is not a wife in the west country But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne.
Strona 253 - Take some more tea," the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. "I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended tone, "so I can't take more.