Baiae bay; and when they were in the height of their enjoyment, turned loose the Praetorian guards among the company, and had them tossed into the sea. This is no bad miniature of the dealings of nature with the transitory race of man. Only, what a chequered... The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson - Página 77de Robert Louis Stevenson, Lloyd Osbourne, Fanny Van de Grift Stevenson, William Ernest Henley - 1905Visualização completa - Sobre este livro
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...bridge over Bais bay ; and when they were in the height of their enjoyment, turned loose the Prsetorian guards among the company, and had them tossed into...the transitory race of man. Only, what a chequered pienic we have of it, even while it lasts ! and into what great waters, not to be crossed by any swimmer,... | |
| Robert Louis Stevenson - 1893 - 250 páginas
...vast concourse of holiday-makers on to his bridge over Baiae bay ; and when they were in the height of their enjoyment, turned loose the Praetorian guards...nature with the transitory race of man. Only, what a checkered picnic we have of it, even while it lasts ! and into what great waters, not to be crossed... | |
| Robert Louis Stevenson - 1896 - 248 páginas
...vast concourse of holiday-makers on to his bridge over Baise bay ; and when they were in the height of their enjoyment, turned loose the Praetorian guards...nature with the transitory race of man. Only, what a checkered picnic we have of it, even while it lasts ! and into what great waters, not to be crossed... | |
| Robert Louis Stevenson - 1901 - 252 páginas
...vast concourse of holiday-makers on to his bridge over Baiae bay ; and when they were in the height of their enjoyment, turned loose the Praetorian guards...nature with the transitory race of man. Only, what a checkered picnic we have of it, even while it lasts ! and into what great waters, not to be crossed... | |
| Robert Louis Stevenson - 1903 - 112 páginas
...vast concourse of holiday-makers on to his bridge over Baiae bay; and when they were in the height of their enjoyment, turned loose the Praetorian guards...nature with the transitory race of man. Only, what a checkered picnic we have of it, even while it lasts I and into what great waters, not to be crossed... | |
| Robert Louis Stevenson - 1904 - 302 páginas
...a vast concourse of holidaymakers on to his bridge over Baiae bay; and when they were in the height of their enjoyment, turned loose the Praetorian guards...swimmer, God's pale Praetorian throws us over in the end I We live the time that a match flickers; we pop the cork of a ginger-beer bottle, and the earthquake... | |
| Robert Louis Stevenson - 1906 - 316 páginas
...vast concourse of holiday-makers on to his bridge over Baiae Bay; and when they were in the height of their enjoyment, turned loose the Praetorian guards...nature with the transitory race of man. Only, what a checquered picnic we have of it, even while it lasts! and into what great waters, not to be crossed... | |
| Walter Cochrane Bronson - 1905 - 426 páginas
...vast concourse of holiday-makers on to his bridge over Baiae bay; and when they were in the 5 height of their enjoyment, turned loose the Praetorian guards...nature with the transitory race of man. Only, what a checquered picnic we have of it, even while it lasts! and into what great waters, not to 10 be crossed... | |
| Robert Louis Stevenson - 1906 - 490 páginas
...concourse of holiday^ 227 makers on to his bridge over Baiae bay ; and when they were in the height of their enjoyment, turned loose the Praetorian guards...great waters, not to be crossed by any swimmer, God's psilej Praetorian throws us over in the end ! We live the time that a match flickers; we pop the cork... | |
| Robert Louis Stevenson - 1906 - 280 páginas
...enjoyment, turned loose the Pra;torian guards among the company, and had them tossed into the sea. 146 This is no bad miniature of the dealings of nature...waters, not to be crossed by any swimmer, God's pale Pratorian throws us over in the end! We live the time that a match flickers; we pop the cork of a ginger-beer... | |
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