The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal Authorship ...Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon Gebbie & Company, 1893 |
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... looks much more prosperous and cultivated than at Laggan . Then the soil is delightfully dry . We walked beside the Dee , a ... look over the box , but through it , and fired through the branches , and then again over the box . The deer ...
... looks much more prosperous and cultivated than at Laggan . Then the soil is delightfully dry . We walked beside the Dee , a ... look over the box , but through it , and fired through the branches , and then again over the box . The deer ...
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... looks beautiful . The tower and the rooms in the connecting part are , however , only half finished , and the offices are still unbuilt : therefore the gentlemen ( except the Minister1 ) live in the ... look THE QUEEN'S LIFE AT BALMORAL .
... looks beautiful . The tower and the rooms in the connecting part are , however , only half finished , and the offices are still unbuilt : therefore the gentlemen ( except the Minister1 ) live in the ... look THE QUEEN'S LIFE AT BALMORAL .
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... look intent On the blessed Vision bent , Slowly from his cell departed , Slowly on his errand went . At the gate the poor were waiting , Looking through the iron grating , With that terror in the eye That is only seen in those Who ...
... look intent On the blessed Vision bent , Slowly from his cell departed , Slowly on his errand went . At the gate the poor were waiting , Looking through the iron grating , With that terror in the eye That is only seen in those Who ...
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... look old Lobbs gave him , as he dragged him out by the collar , and held him at arm's length . " Why , what the devil do you want here ? " said old Lobbs , in a fearful voice . Nathaniel Pipkin could make no reply , so old Lobbs shook ...
... look old Lobbs gave him , as he dragged him out by the collar , and held him at arm's length . " Why , what the devil do you want here ? " said old Lobbs , in a fearful voice . Nathaniel Pipkin could make no reply , so old Lobbs shook ...
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... look on at a quarrel ; and that very large in any society . Now it would be not altogether from ill - nature , but from a love hard for a man to live with another who was of excitement - for the same reason that always criticizing his ...
... look on at a quarrel ; and that very large in any society . Now it would be not altogether from ill - nature , but from a love hard for a man to live with another who was of excitement - for the same reason that always criticizing his ...
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Arab arms Bagamoyo beautiful began Bessy Bell born called caravan Ceph Charlie Clare Castle countess cried dear death delight earth Edwin Elgiva eyes father fear feel Fenian fire Franziska Frauenstein girl give hand happy head hear heard heart heaven holy lance honour hour Juliana kind king ladies Lake Tanganika Laurence live Livingstone look Lord Lord Thurlow Madame Claude Madelinette Mansie Maria Lobbs married master mind Mirambo morning mother mountains Nathaniel Pipkin nature negroes never night o'er old Lobbs passed poet poor Provençal Psyche Pyrrhus rose round schingen seemed servants smile soldiers soul spirit Stanley Stanley's sweet tears tell thee things thou thought tion Tita told trees Ujiji uncle Toby Unyanyembe Urlurette village Violet voice walked wild wonder words young youth Zanzibar
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Σελίδα 270 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word: " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !
Σελίδα 270 - And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Σελίδα 12 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills.
Σελίδα 107 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Σελίδα 12 - I hang like a roof : The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Σελίδα 150 - I take to be the elder brother) was accidentally discovered in the manner following. The swine-herd, Ho-ti, having gone out into the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect mast for his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy, who being fond of playing with fire, as...
Σελίδα 265 - ... under an odd similitude ; sometimes it is lodged in a sly question, in a smart answer, in a quirkish reason, in a shrewd intimation, in cunningly diverting or cleverly retorting an objection ; sometimes it is couched in a bold scheme of speech, in a tart irony, in a lusty hyperbole, in a startling metaphor, in a plausible reconciling of contradictions, or in acute nonsense ; sometimes a scenical representation of persons or things, a counterfeit speech, a...
Σελίδα 51 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a; prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Σελίδα 274 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Σελίδα 15 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...