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... heart upon earth , yet I imagine that your misfortunes have an earlier date . Noble spirits , like yours , do not suffer themselves to be so far overcome by ordinary adversity as to exhibit extraordinary sorrow ; and I know that you are ...
... heart upon earth , yet I imagine that your misfortunes have an earlier date . Noble spirits , like yours , do not suffer themselves to be so far overcome by ordinary adversity as to exhibit extraordinary sorrow ; and I know that you are ...
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... heart.- Leonisa died - and with her died all my hopes ; for though , while she was living , they were sustained only by a single thread , yet - yet- Here his voice failed , so that he could not proceed ; and the tears which he could no ...
... heart.- Leonisa died - and with her died all my hopes ; for though , while she was living , they were sustained only by a single thread , yet - yet- Here his voice failed , so that he could not proceed ; and the tears which he could no ...
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... heart and inward groans , he bu- ried it as a man would bury all he loved , and with it all his hopes ! This done , he felt death coming fast upon him , and closing the trap - door of the cave , and casting earth over it , he crawl- ed ...
... heart and inward groans , he bu- ried it as a man would bury all he loved , and with it all his hopes ! This done , he felt death coming fast upon him , and closing the trap - door of the cave , and casting earth over it , he crawl- ed ...
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... heart - rending truth ) , I am - a " Smith , " - not a black- smith , nor a whitesmith , nor a gold- smith ; no , nor a silversmith , nor yet a locksmith , nor a Baron Smith , nor a Boatswain Smith , nor any other pro- fessional Smith ...
... heart - rending truth ) , I am - a " Smith , " - not a black- smith , nor a whitesmith , nor a gold- smith ; no , nor a silversmith , nor yet a locksmith , nor a Baron Smith , nor a Boatswain Smith , nor any other pro- fessional Smith ...
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... hearts are generally accompanied . perceived the injustice that was done him , and I loved him the more for it . Day ... heart - no kind hand to collect all the slates sprinkled with cold water , to ease the smarting of my swollen hands ...
... hearts are generally accompanied . perceived the injustice that was done him , and I loved him the more for it . Day ... heart - no kind hand to collect all the slates sprinkled with cold water , to ease the smarting of my swollen hands ...
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Сторінка 158 - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: 10 I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks,...
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Сторінка 56 - ... the King sitting and toying with his concubines, Portsmouth, Cleveland, and Mazarine, &c., a French boy singing love-songs,* in that glorious gallery, whilst about twenty of the great courtiers and other dissolute persons were at Basset round a large table, a bank of at least 2000 in gold before them ; upon which two gentlemen who were with me made reflections with astonishment. Six days after was all in the dust...
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Сторінка 56 - I can never forget the inexpressible luxury and profaneness, gaming, and all dissoluteness, and as it were total forgetfulness of God, (it being Sunday evening,) which this day se'nnight I was witness of, the King sitting and toying with his concubines, Portsmouth, Cleveland...
Сторінка 200 - ... coursing along the sands ; trains of ducks streaming over the surface ; silent and watchful cranes, intent and wading ; clamorous crows, and all the winged multitudes that subsist by the bounty of this vast liquid magazine of nature. " High over all these hovers one, whose action instantly arrests his attention.