The Pastor's Fire-side: A Novel, Tom 3Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 |
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Strona 5
... must forget that we have heard of , or seen these caskets , before we can put our hands to a second grant . You will excuse me now , Sir , if I with- draw . " With the word , he bowed and left him . B 3 THE PASTOR'S FIRE - SIDE . 5.
... must forget that we have heard of , or seen these caskets , before we can put our hands to a second grant . You will excuse me now , Sir , if I with- draw . " With the word , he bowed and left him . B 3 THE PASTOR'S FIRE - SIDE . 5.
Strona 9
... propensities ! It is a disordered state of being , in which nothing is seen , and felt , and heard , but through the medium of delirium . I can- not mingle with it ; I cannot make this sacrifice . B 5 THE PASTOR'S FIRE - SIDE . 9.
... propensities ! It is a disordered state of being , in which nothing is seen , and felt , and heard , but through the medium of delirium . I can- not mingle with it ; I cannot make this sacrifice . B 5 THE PASTOR'S FIRE - SIDE . 9.
Strona 12
... heard in its air ; no sigh of care ever breathed on its flowery shores ; no tear ever dimmed the eternal lustre of that sky . Human nature's curse of travail and woe ; man's distresses , and sympathy for pain , were all here excluded ...
... heard in its air ; no sigh of care ever breathed on its flowery shores ; no tear ever dimmed the eternal lustre of that sky . Human nature's curse of travail and woe ; man's distresses , and sympathy for pain , were all here excluded ...
Strona 39
... heard in its tones than its words ; for almost in- stantly , Elizabeth had put the hand of Otteline into his . He held it , but it was without pressure ; without recognizance of the delight with which he once grasped it . " Now ...
... heard in its tones than its words ; for almost in- stantly , Elizabeth had put the hand of Otteline into his . He held it , but it was without pressure ; without recognizance of the delight with which he once grasped it . " Now ...
Strona 40
... heard for a few moments . In this interval the Empress disappeared . Otteline sunk , weeping into a chair . He turned his eyes upon her ; but no sym- pathy was in their beams ; no belief in the semblance of her tears . She looked up and ...
... heard for a few moments . In this interval the Empress disappeared . Otteline sunk , weeping into a chair . He turned his eyes upon her ; but no sym- pathy was in their beams ; no belief in the semblance of her tears . She looked up and ...
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