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Pagina 9
... never saw him . ' ' Mr Askew went to India when quite a young man . He remained there thirty years , and was on his voyage home when he died . He had made his will five years previously , and deposited it with his bankers . By that will ...
... never saw him . ' ' Mr Askew went to India when quite a young man . He remained there thirty years , and was on his voyage home when he died . He had made his will five years previously , and deposited it with his bankers . By that will ...
Pagina 10
... never forget . ' Mr Gimp sipped his tea in silence . For a little while no one spoke . Suddenly Frobisher turned to his friend . His face had brightened a little , and there was a grimly - humorous smile on his lips when he next spoke ...
... never forget . ' Mr Gimp sipped his tea in silence . For a little while no one spoke . Suddenly Frobisher turned to his friend . His face had brightened a little , and there was a grimly - humorous smile on his lips when he next spoke ...
Pagina 21
... never by the strange winning charm of her impressive - never ! ' And she recoiled a little from the side of her foreign friend . manner . You For whom , or for what , was it possible that ' Never - never ! ' repeated Madame de Lalouve ...
... never by the strange winning charm of her impressive - never ! ' And she recoiled a little from the side of her foreign friend . manner . You For whom , or for what , was it possible that ' Never - never ! ' repeated Madame de Lalouve ...
Pagina 25
... never varied in the slightest particular . hat was worn well back on his head , as if he His silky broad - brimmed courted the world to look in the face of an honest man . Finally , he was seldom seen without a bundle of papers his arm ...
... never varied in the slightest particular . hat was worn well back on his head , as if he His silky broad - brimmed courted the world to look in the face of an honest man . Finally , he was seldom seen without a bundle of papers his arm ...
Pagina 32
... never seen Abbotsford , I eagerly seized this opportunity of being taken so near the place . Having seen Scott in the Parliament House the day before , I concluded that he was for the time resident in town , and that there would be no ...
... never seen Abbotsford , I eagerly seized this opportunity of being taken so near the place . Having seen Scott in the Parliament House the day before , I concluded that he was for the time resident in town , and that there would be no ...
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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.