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מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 61
עמוד vii
... King Whitbread's Brewery Visited by their Majesties Xenophon's Address to the Army Character of Dion The Voyage . The Lore - Lei The Emigrants . A Night Piece The Church - yard . The Hermit The Lady Rohesia The Culprit Fay Langsyne ...
... King Whitbread's Brewery Visited by their Majesties Xenophon's Address to the Army Character of Dion The Voyage . The Lore - Lei The Emigrants . A Night Piece The Church - yard . The Hermit The Lady Rohesia The Culprit Fay Langsyne ...
עמוד 6
... king ; but he died , shrieking in his madness , to be saved from the terrors of his own soul . ' " And such the end , " we said ; " such the Tragedy of the Till ? A strange romance . " " Romance , " said the Sage of Bellyfulle ; " sir ...
... king ; but he died , shrieking in his madness , to be saved from the terrors of his own soul . ' " And such the end , " we said ; " such the Tragedy of the Till ? A strange romance . " " Romance , " said the Sage of Bellyfulle ; " sir ...
עמוד 19
... king more wise Endued the realm with brain and hands and eyes , He sought on every side men brave and just ; And having heard our mountain shepherd's praise , How he refilled the mould of elder days , To Dara gave a satrapy in trust ...
... king more wise Endued the realm with brain and hands and eyes , He sought on every side men brave and just ; And having heard our mountain shepherd's praise , How he refilled the mould of elder days , To Dara gave a satrapy in trust ...
עמוד 27
... King of France some day , and I wish he may get it . " ( This vulgarism was utterly lost on Madame d'Aurilliac . ) ' Well , madame , if you 66 66 will send me a note of my daughter's expenses here to my hotel to - night I will discharge ...
... King of France some day , and I wish he may get it . " ( This vulgarism was utterly lost on Madame d'Aurilliac . ) ' Well , madame , if you 66 66 will send me a note of my daughter's expenses here to my hotel to - night I will discharge ...
עמוד 40
... king ! O hearkener to the loud clapping shears , While ever and anon to his shorn peers A ram goes bleating : Winder of the horn , When snouted wild - boars routing tender corn Anger our huntsman : Breather round our farms , To keep off ...
... king ! O hearkener to the loud clapping shears , While ever and anon to his shorn peers A ram goes bleating : Winder of the horn , When snouted wild - boars routing tender corn Anger our huntsman : Breather round our farms , To keep off ...
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Ackbar arms asked beautiful bell blessing Boufflers Bruges called Charles of Blois Charon Chemung County Compton Coralie countess cried d'Aurilliac dark daughter dear death door duke earth Edith eyes fair father fear feel gaze Ginx's Baby girl give grand chamberlain hand happy Harz head hear heard heart heaven honour hour husband Jan Dirk Peereboom king Lady Hornbury Lama laugh light live look Lord Louis of Spain Lumberton Madame marriage married Menippus mind morning mother nature never night o'er once PANC passed poor Pugwash replied Rocroy round scene seemed SGAN SGANARELLE Sir John smile soon soul speak Stalman 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...