The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal Authorship ...Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon Gebbie & Company, 1893 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 78
עמוד 15
... face of the globe ) . " O mon Dieu ! " she exclaimed as she entered , " these fumes will annihilate me ! What has happened during my absence ? " And then she discovered Jan Dirk snoring heavily . She shook him up briskly , but he was ...
... face of the globe ) . " O mon Dieu ! " she exclaimed as she entered , " these fumes will annihilate me ! What has happened during my absence ? " And then she discovered Jan Dirk snoring heavily . She shook him up briskly , but he was ...
עמוד 16
... face she well remembered , although she had not seen its owner for years . The said owner was standing at the door of a mean - looking shop , overhung with one an- tiquely built story . The wares in the window , though few , did not ...
... face she well remembered , although she had not seen its owner for years . The said owner was standing at the door of a mean - looking shop , overhung with one an- tiquely built story . The wares in the window , though few , did not ...
עמוד 18
... face . " The two clerks winked at each other ; and the attorney , notwithstanding that which he had just uttered , lost no time in preparing the necessary document . signing it was so dreadfully ill that the signa- ture was hardly to be ...
... face . " The two clerks winked at each other ; and the attorney , notwithstanding that which he had just uttered , lost no time in preparing the necessary document . signing it was so dreadfully ill that the signa- ture was hardly to be ...
עמוד 27
... face Sir John . Edith ! my Edith ! dearer than ever , why could you not have trusted your mother ? " " Is Miss Edith dead ? " asked the frightened maid . " 6 ' No , Pinner ; but she has married a French- man , and deceived us all . Oh ...
... face Sir John . Edith ! my Edith ! dearer than ever , why could you not have trusted your mother ? " " Is Miss Edith dead ? " asked the frightened maid . " 6 ' No , Pinner ; but she has married a French- man , and deceived us all . Oh ...
עמוד 37
... faces , followed by a dozen hoydens and hobbletehoys — and after the first course of rolls , muffins , dry and butter ... face early in the morning , from the end of August till that of object has been to improve your mind - your | ON ...
... faces , followed by a dozen hoydens and hobbletehoys — and after the first course of rolls , muffins , dry and butter ... face early in the morning , from the end of August till that of object has been to improve your mind - your | ON ...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Ackbar arms asked balas ruby beautiful bell blessing Boufflers brow Bruges called Charles of Blois Charon Coralie countess cried d'Aurilliac dark daughter dear death door earth Edith eyes fair father fear feel gaze Ginx's Baby give grand chamberlain hand happy Harz head hear heard heart heaven honour hour husband Jan Dirk Peereboom jewel king knight Lady Hornbury Lama laugh light live look Lord Lord of War Louis of Spain Lumberton Madame marriage married Menippus mind morning mother nature never o'er PANC passed poor Pugwash replied Rocroy round scene seemed SGAN SGANARELLE Sir John Sir Walter smile soul speak stood strange stranger sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion told took turned voice Walter Manny Warrington Welt wife woman word young Zerinda
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 107 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
עמוד 143 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
עמוד 6 - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...
עמוד 370 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
עמוד 7 - Thus every good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms...
עמוד 8 - That first excites desire, and then supplies. Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, \ Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame : Their level life is but a...
עמוד 6 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
עמוד 370 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
עמוד 40 - Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal- a new birth...
עמוד 92 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...