Cheveley, Or, The Man of Honour, 2 tomasHarper & Brothers, 1839 |
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... added he , with his fin- ger at the side of his nose , as he made his exit . " Isn't that d- nd garter finished yet ? " said Lord de Clifford gruffly , as he folded a note he had been writing during the foregoing conversation , " Made ...
... added he , with his fin- ger at the side of his nose , as he made his exit . " Isn't that d- nd garter finished yet ? " said Lord de Clifford gruffly , as he folded a note he had been writing during the foregoing conversation , " Made ...
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... added to the gloom , was the solemn stillness - only broken in upon by the faint and phantom - like echoes of the plashing oars of every passing gondola . Lady de Clifford had got half across the room , when Mowbray , anxious to be sure ...
... added to the gloom , was the solemn stillness - only broken in upon by the faint and phantom - like echoes of the plashing oars of every passing gondola . Lady de Clifford had got half across the room , when Mowbray , anxious to be sure ...
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... added , " it will be better to rub her hands . " And raising the loose sleeve of her domino , her swollen , drooping , and blackening right hand met his view . " Good hea- vens , " said he , " can that monster , De Clifford , have done ...
... added , " it will be better to rub her hands . " And raising the loose sleeve of her domino , her swollen , drooping , and blackening right hand met his view . " Good hea- vens , " said he , " can that monster , De Clifford , have done ...
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... added she , ex- tending her hand to Mowbray , and making an effort to rise as she spoke . " Julia ! " cried he , seizing her proffered hand , and kneeling passionately before her , " all disguise is use- less - the veil is rent - the ...
... added she , ex- tending her hand to Mowbray , and making an effort to rise as she spoke . " Julia ! " cried he , seizing her proffered hand , and kneeling passionately before her , " all disguise is use- less - the veil is rent - the ...
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... added in a still more careless tone , turning to Berryl , " I don't suppose I have lost much of the spectacle - have I ? " " No , sir , not much , only the game with the living cards , which was very beautiful and curus , the way they ...
... added in a still more careless tone , turning to Berryl , " I don't suppose I have lost much of the spectacle - have I ? " " No , sir , not much , only the game with the living cards , which was very beautiful and curus , the way they ...
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Cheveley Or, The Man of Honour, 2 tomas Baroness Rosina Bulwer Lytton Lytton Visos knygos peržiūra - 1839 |
Cheveley Or, The Man of Honour, 2 tomas Baroness Rosina Bulwer Lytton Lytton Trumpų ištraukų rodinys - 1839 |
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135 psl. - AH, Ben ! Say how, or when, Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun...
213 psl. - Nevertheless I am continually with thee: thou hast holden me by my right hand. Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterward receive me to glory.
73 psl. - Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
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102 psl. - All the performances of human art, at which we look with praise or wonder, are instances of the resistless force of perseverance; it is by this that the quarry becomes a pyramid, and that distant countries are united with canals.
130 psl. - So idly, that rapt fancy deemeth it A metaphor of peace ; all form a scene Where musing Solitude might love to lift Her soul above this sphere of earthliness ; Where Silence undisturbed might watch alone, So cold, so bright, so still.
40 psl. - It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes ; All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance
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185 psl. - I am a knave, if I know what to say, What course to take, or which way to resolve. My brain, methinks, is like an hour-glass, ' Wherein my imaginations run like sands, Filling up time; but then are turn'd and turn'd: So that I know not what to stay upon, And less, to put in act.
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