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... mind that , nor the being suspected , that made her cry , but the sight of her dear mother's hair , who died , poor soul ! of a bilious calculation . " " Calculus , " said my father , " calculus . But come , brother - in- law , let us ...
... mind that , nor the being suspected , that made her cry , but the sight of her dear mother's hair , who died , poor soul ! of a bilious calculation . " " Calculus , " said my father , " calculus . But come , brother - in- law , let us ...
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... , " said Kezia , " I don't mind saying it's my belief that our sheet was purloined away by Satan himself , whose delight is in casting down the good and the godly , and for B 2 OUR FAMILY . 3 "The planets," said the nurse, "...
... , " said Kezia , " I don't mind saying it's my belief that our sheet was purloined away by Satan himself , whose delight is in casting down the good and the godly , and for B 2 OUR FAMILY . 3 "The planets," said the nurse, "...
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... mind's eye saw her poor offspring , now climbing a tree for his food , at the risk of his neck , and now thrown ... minds before my departure . I have ordered a chaise at five o'clock , which will carry me to Wisbeach , where I shall ...
... mind's eye saw her poor offspring , now climbing a tree for his food , at the risk of his neck , and now thrown ... minds before my departure . I have ordered a chaise at five o'clock , which will carry me to Wisbeach , where I shall ...
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... mind and body , turned his anger to pity , and though he reproached him , it was with gentleness . " Behold , " said he , " the fruits of vice . Who that knew you , Etienne , loved by all for the goodness of your heart , and of whom ...
... mind and body , turned his anger to pity , and though he reproached him , it was with gentleness . " Behold , " said he , " the fruits of vice . Who that knew you , Etienne , loved by all for the goodness of your heart , and of whom ...
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... mind , sir , here we are , and there is the ferry - house . " " I would give a trifle for a glass of something spirituous to save my life , " said Grimsby ; " but your master says I can get nothing here but bad beer , and that I can't ...
... mind , sir , here we are , and there is the ferry - house . " " I would give a trifle for a glass of something spirituous to save my life , " said Grimsby ; " but your master says I can get nothing here but bad beer , and that I can't ...
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Página 233 - In this state-chamber, dying by degrees, Hours and long hours in the dead night, I ask "Do I live, am I dead?" Peace, peace seems all. Saint Praxed's ever was the church for peace; And so, about this tomb of mine. I fought...
Página 235 - To comfort me on my entablature Whereon I am to lie till I must ask 'Do I live, am I dead?' There, leave me, there! For ye have stabbed me with ingratitude To death - ye wish it - God, ye wish it! Stone Gritstone, a-crumble!
Página 489 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Página 469 - That what we love shall ne'er be so. I know not why I could not die, I had no earthly hope — but faith, And that forbade a selfish death.
Página 233 - Put me where I may look at him! True peach, Rosy and flawless: how I earned the prize! Draw close: that conflagration of my church — What then? So much was saved if aught were missed!
Página 488 - On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 235 - Good strong thick stupefying incensesmoke ! For as I lie here, hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone can point, And let the bedclothes for a mortcloth drop Into great laps and folds of...
Página 234 - Ready to twitch the Nymph's last garment off, And Moses with the tables . . . but I know Ye mark me not! What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm?
Página 60 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página 234 - Praxed's ear to pray Horses for ye, and brown Greek manuscripts, And mistresses with great smooth marbly limbs ? — That's if ye carve my epitaph aright, Choice Latin, picked phrase, Tully's every word, No gaudy ware like Gandolf's second line — Tully, my masters? Ulpian serves his need!