Chambers's Repository of Instructing and Amusing Tracts, Томи 10 – 12W. and R. Chambers, 1854 |
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... face was very plain , and his features coarse , but his smile was heavenly . You could not see him without becoming attached to him . He left all his cares and arts in the House of Commons , and was no longer a minister than whilst on ...
... face was very plain , and his features coarse , but his smile was heavenly . You could not see him without becoming attached to him . He left all his cares and arts in the House of Commons , and was no longer a minister than whilst on ...
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... face ; Sure , philosophy , reason , and coldness must prove Defences unequal to shield us from love ! Then tell me , mysterious enchanter - O tell By what wonderful art , by what magical spell , My heart is so fenced that for once I am ...
... face ; Sure , philosophy , reason , and coldness must prove Defences unequal to shield us from love ! Then tell me , mysterious enchanter - O tell By what wonderful art , by what magical spell , My heart is so fenced that for once I am ...
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... face , which covered him from head to shoulders . A loud burst of laughter from the deck of the baggerow hailed this nautical practical jest . Tirupatty replied by an angry cry ; and in recoiling from the blow of this unpleasant ...
... face , which covered him from head to shoulders . A loud burst of laughter from the deck of the baggerow hailed this nautical practical jest . Tirupatty replied by an angry cry ; and in recoiling from the blow of this unpleasant ...
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... face of Mallika : ' Mallika , ' he said , ' thou art a good daughter ! This plate of rice would bring back a dying man to life . Thou , my child , art the comfort of my old age . I should be a poor old man , without strength or courage ...
... face of Mallika : ' Mallika , ' he said , ' thou art a good daughter ! This plate of rice would bring back a dying man to life . Thou , my child , art the comfort of my old age . I should be a poor old man , without strength or courage ...
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... face this black - bearded nakodah ? Would you have courage to look straight at his eyes while you threaten him ? ' Tirupatty shook his head . ' Well , ' continued Tiruvalla , ' I'll do it : I'll take the most difficult part of the ...
... face this black - bearded nakodah ? Would you have courage to look straight at his eyes while you threaten him ? ' Tirupatty shook his head . ' Well , ' continued Tiruvalla , ' I'll do it : I'll take the most difficult part of the ...
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admiration afterwards Algiers Allan Angeline Anna Nitschmann appearance arms army Beatrice beautiful beneath body Brethren called captives Cherumal Christian Christina Christopaulo church Clive count Count Zinzendorf death door dress English eyes father favour fear feeling feet felt fire forest Fort St David French friends glacier Hagen hand head heart hero Herrnhut Hiram honour hour king Kriemhild labour ladies land Lapps Laura live looked Lord Lord Clive Mademoiselle mahout Mallika Margaret Mariora Menai Strait mind Mont Blanc Moriscos mountains nakodah native never night Omichund once passed pirogue poem poor present prince queen replied returned rock round Russian seemed serfs shew side Siegfried slaves snow soon St Petersburg Stanilaus Suvorov Sweden Swedish Lapland thought Tiruvalla took town tube turned valley village whole wife words young Yousouf
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Сторінка 10 - heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue "Whither, midst falling dew, Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink
Сторінка 19 - Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with
Сторінка 20 - is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a thrashing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, ' ;] He hears his daughter's voice
Сторінка 25 - All was ended now! the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow ; All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing; All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured: 'Father, I thank
Сторінка 21 - is but an empty dream !' For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. And the grave is not its goal; ' Bust thou art, to dust returnest,
Сторінка 31 - But the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea. For
Сторінка 22 - Acadians landed ; Scattered were they, like flakes of snow, when the wind from the north-east Strikes aslant through the fogs that darken the banks of Newfoundland. Friendless, homeless, hopeless, they wandered from city to city, From the cold lakes of the north to sultry southern savannas.