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... stood before him . The buskined goddess was a curious specimen of the Grecian cos- tume , as understood in Paris at the time of the regency . Her green satin hooped petticoat , looped up on one side with more than classic brevity ...
... stood before him . The buskined goddess was a curious specimen of the Grecian cos- tume , as understood in Paris at the time of the regency . Her green satin hooped petticoat , looped up on one side with more than classic brevity ...
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... the marble chimney - piece , between lustres with long glittering pen- dants , stood large baskets of golden flowers ; and in the middle , the clock of Sèvres porcelain , on which , in painted THE GRISETTE AND THE GRANDE DAME . 21.
... the marble chimney - piece , between lustres with long glittering pen- dants , stood large baskets of golden flowers ; and in the middle , the clock of Sèvres porcelain , on which , in painted THE GRISETTE AND THE GRANDE DAME . 21.
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... stood on a brow ; and , from the sloping lawn , the ground , beautifully broken , led the eye over a hanging orchard across a rich valley watered by a stream flowing through a steep and well- wooded ravine , or " coombe , " into the ...
... stood on a brow ; and , from the sloping lawn , the ground , beautifully broken , led the eye over a hanging orchard across a rich valley watered by a stream flowing through a steep and well- wooded ravine , or " coombe , " into the ...
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... stood with the trout - tails sticking up out of his jacket pockets , and in a silver - laced hat , giving his finny friend the butt and no line , for the place was narrow and full of roots and rocks . His rod was a slight one , and bent ...
... stood with the trout - tails sticking up out of his jacket pockets , and in a silver - laced hat , giving his finny friend the butt and no line , for the place was narrow and full of roots and rocks . His rod was a slight one , and bent ...
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... stood , on the edge of the ditch , a dwarf , but powerfully formed figure of a huntsman , in cap and habiliments as black as his face , gazing on him with eyes like glowing coals . " Pooh , Shenkin , you had been drinking , you were ...
... stood , on the edge of the ditch , a dwarf , but powerfully formed figure of a huntsman , in cap and habiliments as black as his face , gazing on him with eyes like glowing coals . " Pooh , Shenkin , you had been drinking , you were ...
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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!