The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal Authorship ...Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon Gebbie & Company, 1893 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 88
עמוד 15
... tell you when I don't know myself ? " " Indeed , sir ! " said Coralie impatiently , " I see no reason why I should not ask you . " " If women were to always have their wills , " grunted Jan Dirk , " the world would be rarely governed ...
... tell you when I don't know myself ? " " Indeed , sir ! " said Coralie impatiently , " I see no reason why I should not ask you . " " If women were to always have their wills , " grunted Jan Dirk , " the world would be rarely governed ...
עמוד 17
... tell him I wish to speak to him immediately . " The chamber- maid obeyed her mistress . Madame then sent her other servant , who offi- ciated as her cook , to the poulterer's , to buy the smallest and tenderest chicken she could find ...
... tell him I wish to speak to him immediately . " The chamber- maid obeyed her mistress . Madame then sent her other servant , who offi- ciated as her cook , to the poulterer's , to buy the smallest and tenderest chicken she could find ...
עמוד 21
... tell me once that if your mother pressed on the match with him that you would run away with me on five hundred a year and your own fortune , and trust to my poor brother Tom to get us some- thing ? And you would have done it , my lady ...
... tell me once that if your mother pressed on the match with him that you would run away with me on five hundred a year and your own fortune , and trust to my poor brother Tom to get us some- thing ? And you would have done it , my lady ...
עמוד 22
... tell old d'Aurilliac that we approve of his visits . " 66 " But Edith is not out , " said Lady Hornbury . ' My banker's book tells me that , " said Sir John . " If she can make up her mind before she does come out , all the better for ...
... tell old d'Aurilliac that we approve of his visits . " 66 " But Edith is not out , " said Lady Hornbury . ' My banker's book tells me that , " said Sir John . " If she can make up her mind before she does come out , all the better for ...
עמוד 23
... tell him the whole of that matter . " " I suppose we ought , " said Lady Hornbury . " If Lumberton cannot see how well she be- haved , he is unworthy of her ; but wait till he speaks , for it is not everybody's business . I don't think ...
... tell him the whole of that matter . " " I suppose we ought , " said Lady Hornbury . " If Lumberton cannot see how well she be- haved , he is unworthy of her ; but wait till he speaks , for it is not everybody's business . I don't think ...
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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...