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... THE BROOK ... ... THE SUDDEN DEATH : : : A TRUE STORY ... ... ... THE INCHCAPE ROCK : ... ... 113 119 ... : 136 163 170 SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF Delight ... ... 175 PREFACE . • AT the time when the Penny Reading iv CONTENTS .
... THE BROOK ... ... THE SUDDEN DEATH : : : A TRUE STORY ... ... ... THE INCHCAPE ROCK : ... ... 113 119 ... : 136 163 170 SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF Delight ... ... 175 PREFACE . • AT the time when the Penny Reading iv CONTENTS .
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... death for an unnatural young monster , when the crackling scorching his fingers , as it had done his son's , and he applying the same remedy to them , he in his turn tasted some of its flavour , which , make what sour mouths he would ...
... death for an unnatural young monster , when the crackling scorching his fingers , as it had done his son's , and he applying the same remedy to them , he in his turn tasted some of its flavour , which , make what sour mouths he would ...
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... Death came with timely care- his memory is odoriferous - no clown curs- eth , while his stomach half rejecteth , the rank bacon - no coalheaver bolteth him in reeking sausages — he hath a fair sepulchre in the grateful stomach of the ...
... Death came with timely care- his memory is odoriferous - no clown curs- eth , while his stomach half rejecteth , the rank bacon - no coalheaver bolteth him in reeking sausages — he hath a fair sepulchre in the grateful stomach of the ...
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... death with something of a shock , as we hear of any other obsolete custom . The age of discipline is gone by , or it would be curious to inquire ( in a philo- sophical light merely ) what effect this process might have towards ...
... death with something of a shock , as we hear of any other obsolete custom . The age of discipline is gone by , or it would be curious to inquire ( in a philo- sophical light merely ) what effect this process might have towards ...
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... death by whipping ( per flagella- tionem extremam ) superadded a pleasure upon the palate of a man more intense than any possible suffering we can conceive in the animal , is man justified in using that method of putting the animal to death ...
... death by whipping ( per flagella- tionem extremam ) superadded a pleasure upon the palate of a man more intense than any possible suffering we can conceive in the animal , is man justified in using that method of putting the animal to death ...
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Page 2 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Page 82 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Page 5 - Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Page 2 - Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; 'Speed!' echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Page 52 - I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That cluster'd round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair; Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering look'd at me.
Page 23 - What could it proceed from? Not from the burnt cottage: he had smelt that smell before; indeed this was by no means the first accident of the kind which had occurred through the negligence of this unlucky young fire-brand. Much less did it resemble that of any known herb, weed, or flower. A premonitory moistening at the same time overflowed his nether lip.
Page 95 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 94 - Teach us, sprite or bird, what sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 22 - Bo-bo was in the utmost consternation,- as you may think, not so much for the sake of the tenement, which his father and he could easily build up again with a few dry branches, and the labor of an hour or two, at any time, as for the loss of the pigs.
Page 90 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, — we feel that it is there.