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Pagina 12
... Girls dart under the temporary wooden staircase , playing THERE is no end to the matrimonial extrava- are gances that ... girl actually falling in love with and marrying Sambo was not to be accepted without considerable reserve . In the ...
... Girls dart under the temporary wooden staircase , playing THERE is no end to the matrimonial extrava- are gances that ... girl actually falling in love with and marrying Sambo was not to be accepted without considerable reserve . In the ...
Pagina 21
... girl breathlessly , as she caught at the ship's side for support . ' Because , Mademoiselle , it was precisely at such a time that our meeting would pass un- noticed , ' was the cool reply . I like the impos- sible , quoi ! Yes , I knew ...
... girl breathlessly , as she caught at the ship's side for support . ' Because , Mademoiselle , it was precisely at such a time that our meeting would pass un- noticed , ' was the cool reply . I like the impos- sible , quoi ! Yes , I knew ...
Pagina 22
... girl met and touched for an instant , as the thin square of folded paper was rapidly transferred from the keeping of Countess Louise to that of Miss Carew . ' Hide it some one comes ! ' exclaimed Madame de Lalouve hastily ; and then she ...
... girl met and touched for an instant , as the thin square of folded paper was rapidly transferred from the keeping of Countess Louise to that of Miss Carew . ' Hide it some one comes ! ' exclaimed Madame de Lalouve hastily ; and then she ...
Pagina 51
... girl who stood , as over such trifles ; you can hurrah for your if hesitating , a pace behind , and who now came favourite candidate , and I'll do the same for forward , and with the colour fluttering in her mine . ' cheek , said , in a ...
... girl who stood , as over such trifles ; you can hurrah for your if hesitating , a pace behind , and who now came favourite candidate , and I'll do the same for forward , and with the colour fluttering in her mine . ' cheek , said , in a ...
Pagina 52
... girl , sinking on the sofa near her , buried her beautiful head among the silken cushions and wept with a passion of grief that could not be checked . Lady Barbara's expostulations went for nothing . So did the caresses and the soft ...
... girl , sinking on the sofa near her , buried her beautiful head among the silken cushions and wept with a passion of grief that could not be checked . Lady Barbara's expostulations went for nothing . So did the caresses and the soft ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 338 - I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of madeira and a glass before him. I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me.
Pagina 243 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Pagina 337 - as I enter the door of a tavern, I experience an oblivion of care, and a freedom from solicitude : when I am seated, I find the master courteous, and the servants obsequious to my call ; anxious to know and ready to supply my wants : wine there exhilarates my spirits, and prompts me to free conversation, and an interchange of discourse with those whom I most love : I dogmatise, and am contradicted ; and in this conflict of opinions and sentiments I find delight.
Pagina 338 - I received one morning a message from poor Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly. I accordingly went as soon as I was...
Pagina 294 - I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill ; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
Pagina 87 - There is another fine ode on the installation of the Duke of Grafton, as Chancellor of the University of Cambridge.
Pagina 385 - XXI. The helm, to his strong arm consign'd, Gave the reef'd sail to meet the wind, And on her alter'd way, Fierce bounding, forward sprung the ship, Like greyhound starting from the slip To seize his flying prey. Awaked before the rushing prow, The mimic fires of ocean glow, Those lightnings of the wave ; * Wild sparkles crest the broken tides, And, flashing round, the vessel's sides With elvish lustre lave, While, far behind, their livid light To the dark billows of the night A gloomy splendour...
Pagina 242 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Pagina 243 - Groves. 1 heard a Stock-dove sing or say His homely tale, this very day, His voice was buried among trees...
Pagina 53 - What a place to be in is an old library ! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers, that have bequeathed their labours to these Bodleians, were reposing here, as in some dormitory, or middle state. I do not want to handle, to profane the leaves, their winding-sheets. I could as soon dislodge a shade.