Select British Classics, Հատոր 16J. Conrad, 1803 |
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Արդյունքներ 34–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... hour ago . ' I am your most humble servant , ' FLAVIA . ' I will not open the letter which my Cynthio writ upon the misapprehension you must have been under when you writ , for want of hearing the whole circum- stance . Robin came back ...
... hour ago . ' I am your most humble servant , ' FLAVIA . ' I will not open the letter which my Cynthio writ upon the misapprehension you must have been under when you writ , for want of hearing the whole circum- stance . Robin came back ...
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... hours we had been together so remote from company , as indeed , continued he , so we are at present . I flew from him to a neighbouring gentlewoman's house , and though her husband was in the room , threw myself on a couch and burst 36 ...
... hours we had been together so remote from company , as indeed , continued he , so we are at present . I flew from him to a neighbouring gentlewoman's house , and though her husband was in the room , threw myself on a couch and burst 36 ...
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... hour . I afterwards called in at St. Giles's , where I saw a board of French gentlemen sitting upon the life and death of their Grand Monarque . Those among them who had espoused the Whig interest , very positively affirmed that he ...
... hour . I afterwards called in at St. Giles's , where I saw a board of French gentlemen sitting upon the life and death of their Grand Monarque . Those among them who had espoused the Whig interest , very positively affirmed that he ...
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... hour in secret , where- in he had his frisks and capers ; and if we had an op- ' portunity of examining the retirement of the strictest ' philosophers , no doubt but we should find perpetual returns of those passions they so artfully ...
... hour in secret , where- in he had his frisks and capers ; and if we had an op- ' portunity of examining the retirement of the strictest ' philosophers , no doubt but we should find perpetual returns of those passions they so artfully ...
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... hour , I find thee here . • My chamber I've adorn'd , and o'er my bed • Are cov'rings of the richest tap'stry spread , • With linen it is deck'd from Egypt brought , And carvings by the curious artist wrought ; It wants no glad perfume ...
... hour , I find thee here . • My chamber I've adorn'd , and o'er my bed • Are cov'rings of the richest tap'stry spread , • With linen it is deck'd from Egypt brought , And carvings by the curious artist wrought ; It wants no glad perfume ...
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Էջ 331 - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Էջ 305 - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Էջ 297 - There was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it: 15 Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.
Էջ 199 - The Lord my pasture shall prepare. And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Էջ 318 - Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar...
Էջ 70 - OUR sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses. It fills the mind with the largest "variety of ideas, converses with its objects at the greatest distance, and continues the longest in action without being tired or satiated with its proper enjoyments.
Էջ 16 - Grace, let not any light fancy or bad counsel of mine enemies withdraw your princely favour from me ; neither let that stain, that unworthy stain of a disloyal heart towards your good Grace ever cast so foul a blot on your most dutiful wife, and the infant princess, your daughter.
Էջ 70 - It is this sense which furnishes the imagination with its ideas ; so that by the pleasures of the imagination, or fancy, (which I shall use promiscuously,) I here mean such as arise from visible objects, either when we have them actually in our view, or when we call up their ideas into our minds by paintings, statues, descriptions, or any the like occasion.
Էջ 318 - Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar...
Էջ 200 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.