The London talesJames Hogg & Sons., 1858 |
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Abbot of Holyrood Alice Antwerp armour arms asked Bazin beautiful believe blacksmith Bordeaux called cave cavern Cheselden child club foot cried Croix-Rousse daugh daughter dear door dream Emily exclaimed eyes face Fanny Father Ambrose fear fell felt Ferrandon Fleetman followed Galitzins gentleman girl hand happy head heard heart honour hope horses Jenny king knew lady laugh Lesurques letter Liezl Lizbet looked Madame Maire Marchmont herald marriage Marriott ment Mingrat morning Munich never night once Palais-Royal passed pastor Polly poor Prague priest Quintin racter replied returned rock round royal pavilion scarcely seemed sister smile soon soul speak spoke St Quentin stood strange tell thee thing thou thought tion told Tonerl took turned Vicar of Wakefield voice walked Walter Turnbull wife woman words young
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Σελίδα 9 - Israel, Fear not : for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name ; thou art mine. When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee ; . and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee : when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned ; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee. For I am the Lord thy God, the Holy One of Israel, thy Saviour...
Σελίδα 6 - Artemisia1 talks by fits Of councils, classics, fathers, wits, Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke, Yet in some things methinks she fails : 'Twere well if she would pare her nails, And wear a cleaner smock.
Σελίδα 20 - Hermit hoar, in solemn cell, Wearing out life's evening gray; Smite thy bosom, sage, and tell, What is bliss? and which the way?" BOSWELL: "But why smite his bosom, Sir?" JOHNSON: "Why, to shew he was in earnest
Σελίδα 9 - ... shifted its form into that of a lozenge. But the alteration stopped not here — I neither hoped nor desired it to stop. I could have clasped the red walls to my bosom as a garment of eternal peace. "Death," I said, "any death but that of the pit!
Σελίδα 9 - At length for my seared and writhing body there was no longer an inch of foothold on the firm floor of the prison. I struggled no more, but the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long, and final scream of despair.
Σελίδα 3 - ... There I suffered it to remain for many minutes, while I strove to imagine where and what I could be. I longed, yet dared not, to employ my vision. I dreaded the first glance at objects around me. It was not that I feared to look upon things horrible, but that I grew aghast lest there should be nothing to see. At length, with a wild desperation at heart, I quickly unclosed my eyes. My worst thoughts, then, were confirmed. The blackness of eternal night encompassed me.
Σελίδα 20 - GOLDSMITH (Oliver) The Vicar of Wakefield: a tale, supposed to be written by himself.
Σελίδα 2 - ... would save me , but then, all at once, there came a most deadly nausea over my spirit, and I felt every fibre in my frame thrill as if I had touched the wire of a galvanic battery, while the angel forms became meaningless spectres, with heads of flame, and I saw that from them there would be no help.
Σελίδα 16 - Jenny appeared unusually serious. She cast a sad look at Fleetman, and asked " And you — will you also appear ?" This was said in that tone peculiarly soft, yet very penetrating, which I have seldom observed in her, and only upon rare occasions, and at the most serious moments. Poor Fleetman himself trembled at her tone, so like the voice of the angel of doom. He looked up to her with an earnest gaze, and appeared to struggle with himself for an answer, and then advancing towards her a step, he...
Σελίδα 12 - In the top were two smoothly cut round holes. With Jenny's help, I opened the box very cautiously, as I had been directed to handle the contents carefully. A fine white cloth was removed, and lo ! but no, our astonishment is indescribable. We all exclaimed with one voice,