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This resunrise , whether the winds were abroad , or the rain fell in torrents , he was always discovered in tears by the banks of the lake , with his eyes raised to heaven , and his hands clasped in an attitude of the deepest devotion .
This resunrise , whether the winds were abroad , or the rain fell in torrents , he was always discovered in tears by the banks of the lake , with his eyes raised to heaven , and his hands clasped in an attitude of the deepest devotion .
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Hopeless of recovering her veil , she gradually resigned herself to the solitude of her situation ; and though a tear sometimes trembled in her eye when she thought of her friends , and wandered in the long summer evenings by the Bath ...
Hopeless of recovering her veil , she gradually resigned herself to the solitude of her situation ; and though a tear sometimes trembled in her eye when she thought of her friends , and wandered in the long summer evenings by the Bath ...
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“ Why to be sure there is some satisfaction in that , ” whimpered the good lady , and dried her tears , consoling herself in the meanwhile with the pleasant probability of her son's damnation . By this time the story had got wind ...
“ Why to be sure there is some satisfaction in that , ” whimpered the good lady , and dried her tears , consoling herself in the meanwhile with the pleasant probability of her son's damnation . By this time the story had got wind ...
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She fell down , gave one kick , and never moved nor moaned afterwards ; but I remember the tears gushed out of my eyes just as if a Christian had been shot , and even big Sam looked ready to cry as he stood over her , and said ...
She fell down , gave one kick , and never moved nor moaned afterwards ; but I remember the tears gushed out of my eyes just as if a Christian had been shot , and even big Sam looked ready to cry as he stood over her , and said ...
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... she sank her head upon Juno's , who , by this time , had leaped into her lap , and I shall never forget her woestricken look when she raised it , and sobbed out( Psha ! where is my handkerchief - my tears are blotting the paper ...
... she sank her head upon Juno's , who , by this time , had leaped into her lap , and I shall never forget her woestricken look when she raised it , and sobbed out( Psha ! where is my handkerchief - my tears are blotting the paper ...
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| Назва | The Flowers of Literature: Consisting of Selections from History, Biography, Poetry, and Romance; Jeux D'esprit, Traditionary Relics, and Essays, with Translations from Approved Authors, Том 1 The Flowers of Literature: Consisting of Selections from History, Biography, Poetry, and Romance; Jeux D'esprit, Traditionary Relics, and Essays, with Translations from Approved Authors, William Oxberry Том 1 з серії The flowers of literature, William Henry Oxberry |
| Автор | William Oxberry |
| Видання | 2 |
| Видавець | T. Tegg, 1824 |
| Оригінал із | Гарвардський університет |
| Оцифровано | 16 лис. 2007 |
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