Littell's Living Age, 133. kötetLittell, Son and Company, 1877 |
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... Miss Muloch , . 371 Mrs. Lucy Hutchinson and Lady Mary Wortley Montagu , · 734 34 118 • 159 • 304 · 610 · 804 • 437 The French Army in 1877 , Pauline ,. 534 , 597 , 680 , Australian Pearl - Fishing , A Slave Hunt in Borneo , The Anglo ...
... Miss Muloch , . 371 Mrs. Lucy Hutchinson and Lady Mary Wortley Montagu , · 734 34 118 • 159 • 304 · 610 · 804 • 437 The French Army in 1877 , Pauline ,. 534 , 597 , 680 , Australian Pearl - Fishing , A Slave Hunt in Borneo , The Anglo ...
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... Miss Cherry , indeed , was quite effusive in her pleasure . " Come and tell us all the news and amuse us , " she said ; " that is the chief advantage of having men about . My brother is no good , he never goes out ; and if he did go out ...
... Miss Cherry , indeed , was quite effusive in her pleasure . " Come and tell us all the news and amuse us , " she said ; " that is the chief advantage of having men about . My brother is no good , he never goes out ; and if he did go out ...
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... Miss Cherry , like aspect of this pretty group , which we must not make the child vain ; " but , seemed complete . It did not look like to tell the truth , her lively imagination any chance combination , but seemed so immediately leaped ...
... Miss Cherry , like aspect of this pretty group , which we must not make the child vain ; " but , seemed complete . It did not look like to tell the truth , her lively imagination any chance combination , but seemed so immediately leaped ...
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... Miss Cherry , " if poor Elaine had only loved some one like herself , some young knight that could respond to her and make her happy , oh , how much better it would have been ! It makes my heart ache : for Lancelot , you know , never ...
... Miss Cherry , " if poor Elaine had only loved some one like herself , some young knight that could respond to her and make her happy , oh , how much better it would have been ! It makes my heart ache : for Lancelot , you know , never ...
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Miss Cherry lingered a little after she had sent Cara to bed . She wanted to look over the end of that novel , and the fire was too good to be left , John having imprudently heaped on coals at a late hour . Before she opened the book ...
Miss Cherry lingered a little after she had sent Cara to bed . She wanted to look over the end of that novel , and the fire was too good to be left , John having imprudently heaped on coals at a late hour . Before she opened the book ...
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547. oldal - Less Philomel will deign a song In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
256. oldal - In that day shall there be an altar to the Lord in the midst of the land of Egypt, and a pillar at the border thereof to the Lord.
484. oldal - Diverse lingue, orribili favelle, parole di dolore, accenti d'ira, voci alte e fioche, e suon di man con elle facevano un tumulto, il qual s'aggira sempre in quell'aura sanza tempo tinta, come la rena quando turbo18 spira.
204. oldal - Lord," he said to the Duke of Devonshire, " I am sure that I can save this country, and that nobody else can.
545. oldal - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
35. oldal - Falkland ; a person of such prodigious parts of learning and knowledge, of that inimitable sweetness and delight in conversation, of so flowing and obliging a humanity and goodness to mankind, and of that primitive simplicity and integrity of life, that if there were no other brand upon this odious and accursed civil war, than that single loss, it must be most infamous and execrable to all posterity.
39. oldal - ... upon any occasion of action, he always engaged his person in those troops, which he thought, by the forwardness of the commanders, to be most like to be farthest engaged ; and in all such encounters he had about him an extraordinary cheerfulness, without at all affecting the execution that usually attended them, in which he took no delight, but took pains to prevent it, where it was not, by resistance, made necessary : insomuch that at Edgehill, when the enemy was routed, he...
389. oldal - The opium-eater loses none of his moral sensibilities or aspirations. He wishes and longs as earnestly as ever to realize what he believes possible, and feels to be exacted by duty; but his intellectual apprehension of what is possible infinitely outruns his power, not of execution only, but even of power to attempt.
346. oldal - I'd lay me doun and dee. Her brow is like the snaw-drift; Her throat is like the swan; Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on— That e'er the sun shone on— And dark blue is her ee; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doun and dee. Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa...
236. oldal - II est fait tout de même, il vient le nez au vent, Les pieds en parenthèse et l'épaule en avant. Sa perruque qui suit le côté qu'il avance, Plus pleine de lauriers qu'un jambon de Mayence.