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... Lost Home A Visit to a Rajah . A Great Fit Leave Well Alone . A Missing Shaft · . Spelling down the Master . God Bless the dear old Land Demetrius the Diver Moses and the Spectacles WILKIE COLLINS JAMES HOGG • W. M. THACKERAY EDWARD ...
... Lost Home A Visit to a Rajah . A Great Fit Leave Well Alone . A Missing Shaft · . Spelling down the Master . God Bless the dear old Land Demetrius the Diver Moses and the Spectacles WILKIE COLLINS JAMES HOGG • W. M. THACKERAY EDWARD ...
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... lost in the crowd . Jemimarann , as soon as he was gone , began to look very pale and ill ; and her mamma , therefore , took her to a tent , where she left her along with Madame smelling bottle ; the Baron , on the ground , holding a ...
... lost in the crowd . Jemimarann , as soon as he was gone , began to look very pale and ill ; and her mamma , therefore , took her to a tent , where she left her along with Madame smelling bottle ; the Baron , on the ground , holding a ...
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... lost . When the frightful scene ended I scarcely knew , but we found ourselves in darkness - or rather in the faint moonlight - and alone , at last . Alone , tied to our posts , with the dead and mangled ! How long a time had elapsed I ...
... lost . When the frightful scene ended I scarcely knew , but we found ourselves in darkness - or rather in the faint moonlight - and alone , at last . Alone , tied to our posts , with the dead and mangled ! How long a time had elapsed I ...
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... lost my heart when you mounted that ; It wandered away ' mid the folds of your hair , Got tangled - and now lies captive there . Remember , when combing your locks to - night , Should some tresses be twisted together tight , Look out ...
... lost my heart when you mounted that ; It wandered away ' mid the folds of your hair , Got tangled - and now lies captive there . Remember , when combing your locks to - night , Should some tresses be twisted together tight , Look out ...
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... lost my way in the bog , and how the thief of an eagle promised to fly me out of it , and how instead of that he had fled me up to the moon . " Dan , ' said the man in the moon , taking a pinch of snuff when I was done , ' you must not ...
... lost my way in the bog , and how the thief of an eagle promised to fly me out of it , and how instead of that he had fled me up to the moon . " Dan , ' said the man in the moon , taking a pinch of snuff when I was done , ' you must not ...
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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.