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Cheveley: Or, the Man of Honour, Том 1 Rosina Bulwer Lytton Lytton Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2016 |
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Сторінка 135 - AH, Ben ! Say how, or when, Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun...
Сторінка 213 - Nevertheless I am continually with thee: thou hast holden me by my right hand. Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterward receive me to glory.
Сторінка 73 - Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Сторінка 189 - No, no, no life : Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou'lt come no more. Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you undo this button : thank you, sir.
Сторінка 102 - All the performances of human art, at which we look with praise or wonder, are instances of the resistless force of perseverance; it is by this that the quarry becomes a pyramid, and that distant countries are united with canals.
Сторінка 130 - So idly, that rapt fancy deemeth it A metaphor of peace ; all form a scene Where musing Solitude might love to lift Her soul above this sphere of earthliness ; Where Silence undisturbed might watch alone, So cold, so bright, so still.
Сторінка 40 - It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes ; All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance
Сторінка 102 - If a man was to compare the effect of a single stroke of the pick-axe, or of one impression of the spade, with the general design and last result, he would be overwhelmed by the sense of their disproportion ; yet those petty operations, incessantly continued, in time surmount the greatest difficulties, and mountains are levelled, and oceans bounded, by the slender force of human beings.
Сторінка 185 - I am a knave, if I know what to say, What course to take, or which way to resolve. My brain, methinks, is like an hour-glass, ' Wherein my imaginations run like sands, Filling up time; but then are turn'd and turn'd: So that I know not what to stay upon, And less, to put in act.
Сторінка 92 - Yet all this availeth me nothing, so long as I see Mordecai the Jew sitting at the king's gate.
Бібліографічна інформація
| Назва | Cheveley, Or, The Man of Honour, Том 2 Cheveley, Or, The Man of Honour, Baroness Rosina Bulwer Lytton Lytton Victorian fiction and other nineteenth century fiction |
| Автор | Baroness Rosina Bulwer Lytton Lytton |
| Видавець | Harper & brothers, 1839 |
| Оригінал із | Нью-Йоркська публічна бібліотека |
| Оцифровано | 11 січ. 2007 |
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