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With a lecture in one said he had more Rhymes on the road . hand , and an
Indian bowl in the Exit laughing . other , he appeared divided between I now
perceived a person advance , poetry and prose . He took his allotwbom I knew to
be ...
With a lecture in one said he had more Rhymes on the road . hand , and an
Indian bowl in the Exit laughing . other , he appeared divided between I now
perceived a person advance , poetry and prose . He took his allotwbom I knew to
be ...
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ARD LOVEL EDGEWORTH , ESQ ; * Miss Edgeworth proceeds to saySo far as
we are acquainted with " I know that temptations were , held out biographical
writing , few memoirs to him in every possible form in which have appeared more
...
ARD LOVEL EDGEWORTH , ESQ ; * Miss Edgeworth proceeds to saySo far as
we are acquainted with " I know that temptations were , held out biographical
writing , few memoirs to him in every possible form in which have appeared more
...
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Hence , it appeared , extract from his Journal , published in the that when the ship
had been in rapid proEdinburgh Philosophical Journal . The gress through the
water , she had been met population is upwards of forty , who , un , and struck by
...
Hence , it appeared , extract from his Journal , published in the that when the ship
had been in rapid proEdinburgh Philosophical Journal . The gress through the
water , she had been met population is upwards of forty , who , un , and struck by
...
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At more particularly assiduous to the length I emerged once more to light widow ,
and in whom there appeared and life , and found myself lying on an air of design
and artifice that exa table in the form of a cambric cited my suspicions . For this ...
At more particularly assiduous to the length I emerged once more to light widow ,
and in whom there appeared and life , and found myself lying on an air of design
and artifice that exa table in the form of a cambric cited my suspicions . For this ...
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Was ferred against her Majesty - - if there appeared it possible ( he said ) that two
persons , who to be any deficiency in the evidence brought had been gratifying
their passion all night , to their bar , he trusted that that considera - could not ...
Was ferred against her Majesty - - if there appeared it possible ( he said ) that two
persons , who to be any deficiency in the evidence brought had been gratifying
their passion all night , to their bar , he trusted that that considera - could not ...
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Сторінка 315 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Сторінка 315 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
Сторінка 315 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Сторінка 542 - Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, He is in the desert ; go not forth : behold, He is in the secret chambers ; believe it not. For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west ; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.
Сторінка 315 - But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs...
Сторінка 450 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight ; She blushed with love, and maiden shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly with timorous eye, She fled to me and wept.
Сторінка 314 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon. And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest.
Сторінка 314 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Сторінка 314 - Anon his heart revives : her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees...
Сторінка 315 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.