The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, 5. kötetAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... Never Had, Jim Cullen brings a unique voice to the story of an imperfect nation's struggle to exist and to maintain its democratic ideals. Set in the history classroom of retiring teacher Kevin Lee and his inquisitive, if not impatient ...
... Never Had, Jim Cullen brings a unique voice to the story of an imperfect nation's struggle to exist and to maintain its democratic ideals. Set in the history classroom of retiring teacher Kevin Lee and his inquisitive, if not impatient ...
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... com SHONEN JUMP viz.com RATED PARENTAL ADVISORY WE NEVER LEARN is rated T + for Older Teen and is recommended for ages 16 and up . This volume contains mild OERTEX language and sexual themes . [ x ] + We Never Learn 13 Spirits on.
... com SHONEN JUMP viz.com RATED PARENTAL ADVISORY WE NEVER LEARN is rated T + for Older Teen and is recommended for ages 16 and up . This volume contains mild OERTEX language and sexual themes . [ x ] + We Never Learn 13 Spirits on.
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... never even thought about the war being over then, you know,” recallsa comrade,“and poor old Price he never knew that it was over. He was just doing his job.”4 Price has hardly fallen whena far more eerie stillnessdescends along the ...
... never even thought about the war being over then, you know,” recallsa comrade,“and poor old Price he never knew that it was over. He was just doing his job.”4 Price has hardly fallen whena far more eerie stillnessdescends along the ...
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... never bought any stocks for him , and never held any stocks for him ; that it was simply a matter of entering on the books , sending him a statement of the money received and dividends on the stock , and taking his money and he getting ...
... never bought any stocks for him , and never held any stocks for him ; that it was simply a matter of entering on the books , sending him a statement of the money received and dividends on the stock , and taking his money and he getting ...
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... never the same again . Their lives are changed forever . In this book you'll meet some of those people . Sometimes we know their names ; sometimes we don't . Sometimes we know how their stories ended ; sometimes they've disappeared into ...
... never the same again . Their lives are changed forever . In this book you'll meet some of those people . Sometimes we know their names ; sometimes we don't . Sometimes we know how their stories ended ; sometimes they've disappeared into ...
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46. oldal - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
56. oldal - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
69. oldal - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
451. oldal - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
198. oldal - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
69. oldal - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
71. oldal - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
55. oldal - The forward violet thus did I chide ; — Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
59. oldal - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
55. oldal - From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him: Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...