De Clifford: Or, The Constant Man, Հատոր 1Henry Colburn, 1841 - 4 էջ |
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... turning me over to his clerk , an old mau of the name of Doughty , who , being lame , and a sort of scholar , kept a little children's school , and spent all his spare time in reading Baker's Chronicle , Gwillim's Heraldry , the ...
... turning me over to his clerk , an old mau of the name of Doughty , who , being lame , and a sort of scholar , kept a little children's school , and spent all his spare time in reading Baker's Chronicle , Gwillim's Heraldry , the ...
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... turning again . He was vulgar in his looks , vulgar in his mind , vulgar in bis dress , in short , vulgar in everything , and what Shakspeare calls a " proud , shallow , filthy , worsted- stocking knave . " Like his father , he was a ...
... turning again . He was vulgar in his looks , vulgar in his mind , vulgar in bis dress , in short , vulgar in everything , and what Shakspeare calls a " proud , shallow , filthy , worsted- stocking knave . " Like his father , he was a ...
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... denoting , as I thought , uncommon grandeur . Its pockets reached nearly to his knees , large and roomy , and out of them he ever and anon conveyed , and re- turned to them again , a ponderous gold chased snuff 88 DE CLIFFORD ; OR ,
... denoting , as I thought , uncommon grandeur . Its pockets reached nearly to his knees , large and roomy , and out of them he ever and anon conveyed , and re- turned to them again , a ponderous gold chased snuff 88 DE CLIFFORD ; OR ,
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Or, The Constant Man Robert Plumer Ward. turned to them again , a ponderous gold chased snuff - box , of large dimensions . This seemed the perpetual employment of his slender bands , whose whiteness and delicacy showed how little they ...
Or, The Constant Man Robert Plumer Ward. turned to them again , a ponderous gold chased snuff - box , of large dimensions . This seemed the perpetual employment of his slender bands , whose whiteness and delicacy showed how little they ...
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... turned to my rooms , in a paroxysm of contending emotions ; having bolted my door , I threw myself on my bed unmanned , and would have wept had I not been ashamed . In this 1 knew not whether I was most prompted by offended pride , or ...
... turned to my rooms , in a paroxysm of contending emotions ; having bolted my door , I threw myself on my bed unmanned , and would have wept had I not been ashamed . In this 1 knew not whether I was most prompted by offended pride , or ...
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De Clifford; Or, The Constant Man De Clifford,Robert P. Ward,Author of Tremaine Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1858 |
De Clifford; or, The constant man, by the author of 'Tremaine'. Robert Plumer Ward Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1841 |
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Էջ 240 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Էջ 241 - Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment?
Էջ 31 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ? The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields...
Էջ 48 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Էջ 53 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Էջ 243 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Էջ 179 - Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly There's naught in this life sweet If men were wise to see't, But only melancholy, O sweetest Melancholy!
Էջ 181 - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
Էջ 46 - Hence, bashful cunning ! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow * You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant, Whether you will or no.
Էջ 48 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.