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23 psl.
... her , saying that he would be very quiet , and that they need not fear his being alarmed , for he had sat alone by his younger brother all day long when he was dead , and had felt glad to be so near DEATH OF LITTLE NELL . 23.
... her , saying that he would be very quiet , and that they need not fear his being alarmed , for he had sat alone by his younger brother all day long when he was dead , and had felt glad to be so near DEATH OF LITTLE NELL . 23.
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... fears are humbled in the dust before them , then with tranquil and submissive hearts they turned away , and left the child with God . DICKENS . THE PRINCE AND THE WIDOW . And the mouldings wrought DEATH OF LITTLE NELL , 25.
... fears are humbled in the dust before them , then with tranquil and submissive hearts they turned away , and left the child with God . DICKENS . THE PRINCE AND THE WIDOW . And the mouldings wrought DEATH OF LITTLE NELL , 25.
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... fear , Alternate triumphed in his breast ; His bliss and woe , a smile , a tear ! Oblivion hides the rest . The bounding pulse , the languid limb , The changing spirits ' rise and fall , We know that these were felt by him , For these ...
... fear , Alternate triumphed in his breast ; His bliss and woe , a smile , a tear ! Oblivion hides the rest . The bounding pulse , the languid limb , The changing spirits ' rise and fall , We know that these were felt by him , For these ...
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... fear of moving a sneer . We live in better times ; and we are not afraid to say , that though there were many clever men in England during the latter half of the seven- teenth century , there were only two great creative minds . One of ...
... fear of moving a sneer . We live in better times ; and we are not afraid to say , that though there were many clever men in England during the latter half of the seven- teenth century , there were only two great creative minds . One of ...
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... fear not the thunder , may tremble at the still small voice . Now is the hour for repentance , that your father's spirit may carry up to heaven tidings of a contrite soul saved from the company of sinners ! " The young man , with much ...
... fear not the thunder , may tremble at the still small voice . Now is the hour for repentance , that your father's spirit may carry up to heaven tidings of a contrite soul saved from the company of sinners ! " The young man , with much ...
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
ancient animals arms Bashan battle battle of Trafalgar beauty beneath Beth-gamul bird blood Boabdil brave breast breath brow Bruges Brutus Cæsar Carthage Carthaginians clouds Damascus dark dead death deep desert earth enemy Enniskilleners face fear feet fire frigate gaze glory hand Hardy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills honour human Kerioth king Labour land Lebanon light living Loch Katrine look Lord Lucknow Mark Antony mighty miles morning mountain Nelson never Nevermore night Nineveh noble o'er once palaces passed Pilgrim's Progress plain Prince Rephaim rock Rome round Saxon scarcely scene seen ship shore side sight silent sleep smile soldier soul spirit stars stood sweet sword tears thee thou hast thought thousand tomb trees valleys voice walls wave weary wild wind wonderful word
Populiarios ištraukos
397 psl. - I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
363 psl. - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
302 psl. - We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
48 psl. - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
363 psl. - To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.
317 psl. - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
317 psl. - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
47 psl. - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
364 psl. - twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
95 psl. - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.