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... believe . Great errors have been committed in the construction of this mighty fortress , principally in the armament of the mole , and the three forts erected upon it . This mole forms the principal line of defence to the roads and ...
... believe . Great errors have been committed in the construction of this mighty fortress , principally in the armament of the mole , and the three forts erected upon it . This mole forms the principal line of defence to the roads and ...
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... believe . Fill your glass , and fire away , old boy , pro bono publico , as the man may say who'll have pluck enough to shoot Nap . III . " of I did as I was told ( I leave the thirst for " pressing " to young ladies who pique ...
... believe . Fill your glass , and fire away , old boy , pro bono publico , as the man may say who'll have pluck enough to shoot Nap . III . " of I did as I was told ( I leave the thirst for " pressing " to young ladies who pique ...
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... believe his correct cognomen to have been , but in Ours he was Little Grand to everybody , from the Colonel to the baggage - women . He was seventeen , and had joined about a year . What a pretty boy he was , too ! Such a hand- some ...
... believe his correct cognomen to have been , but in Ours he was Little Grand to everybody , from the Colonel to the baggage - women . He was seventeen , and had joined about a year . What a pretty boy he was , too ! Such a hand- some ...
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... believe , " said Conran , who liked to hear the boy chatter . " What are you going to do with yourself to - night , Grand ? " " I am going to - ar - hum - to a friend of mine , " said Little Grand , less glibly than usual . Conran ...
... believe , " said Conran , who liked to hear the boy chatter . " What are you going to do with yourself to - night , Grand ? " " I am going to - ar - hum - to a friend of mine , " said Little Grand , less glibly than usual . Conran ...
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... believe , he neither knew how the game went , nor what money he lost ; and I , gazing at her , and cursing him for his facile tongue , never noticed my naturels , couldn't have said what the maximum was if you had paid me for it , and ...
... believe , he neither knew how the game went , nor what money he lost ; and I , gazing at her , and cursing him for his facile tongue , never noticed my naturels , couldn't have said what the maximum was if you had paid me for it , and ...
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Сторінка 72 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Сторінка 39 - Into a Limbo large and broad, since called The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown Long after, now unpeopled and untrod.
Сторінка 151 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
Сторінка 155 - Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch! filled all things with himself, And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Of his own sorrow) he, and such as he, First named these notes a melancholy strain. And many a poet echoes the conceit; Poet who hath been building up the rhyme...
Сторінка 74 - Ye woodlands all , awake : a boundless song Burst from the groves! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela , charm The listening shades, and teach the night his praise.
Сторінка 155 - Glides through the pathways ; she knows all their notes, That gentle Maid ! and oft, a moment's space, What time the moon was lost behind a cloud, Hath heard a pause of silence...
Сторінка 155 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter Ibrth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Сторінка 68 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Сторінка 155 - Most musical, most melancholy" bird! A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought! In Nature there is nothing melancholy. But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced With the remembrance of a grievous wrong, Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch!
Сторінка 78 - 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...