The Metropolitan, Volym 47James Cochrane, 1846 |
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... close , that the latter should not use his lance . At that moment an extraordinary sight appeared ; the horse of the Knight First- come , from being all black , was suddenly seen marked with white patches . " Ah ! disloyal cavalier ...
... close , that the latter should not use his lance . At that moment an extraordinary sight appeared ; the horse of the Knight First- come , from being all black , was suddenly seen marked with white patches . " Ah ! disloyal cavalier ...
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... close to my palanquin , with nothing in the world to do , under a fine , cool atmosphere , amid beautiful scenery , with no companions but two Woodia boatmen , and a black gentleman with a shabby turban and an old sword , who , wanting ...
... close to my palanquin , with nothing in the world to do , under a fine , cool atmosphere , amid beautiful scenery , with no companions but two Woodia boatmen , and a black gentleman with a shabby turban and an old sword , who , wanting ...
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... close to so ugly a customer . I have found out why it is that the view at the back of Rumbah has so won my fancy . It is not the Oriental grandeur of the prospect ; of this it has none , indeed , to boast : it is its European aspect ...
... close to so ugly a customer . I have found out why it is that the view at the back of Rumbah has so won my fancy . It is not the Oriental grandeur of the prospect ; of this it has none , indeed , to boast : it is its European aspect ...
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... close over her face , and wrap- ping her mantle tightly around her shivering form , she was just about to hurry away , when she suddenly felt a heavy hand upon her shoulder , and starting quickly round , she beheld the dark form of ...
... close over her face , and wrap- ping her mantle tightly around her shivering form , she was just about to hurry away , when she suddenly felt a heavy hand upon her shoulder , and starting quickly round , she beheld the dark form of ...
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... close , the chain of her ideas remained unbroken , and her heated fancy , emanci- pated from the trammels of conquering reason , imbued them with additional vividness , imparting reality to what was before but vague , and lucidity to ...
... close , the chain of her ideas remained unbroken , and her heated fancy , emanci- pated from the trammels of conquering reason , imbued them with additional vividness , imparting reality to what was before but vague , and lucidity to ...
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Anne answered appeared arms arrived BATTLE OF BENEVENTO beautiful better Blake Brown Calibash called Captain Harcourt Caserta Charles cheroot child Chilka lake Colonel continued Count Count of Anjou cried dark day's pleasure dear death delight Derval door dreadful Dugan EDWARD THOMAS Ellen Ellesmere exclaimed eyes father favour fear feeling Firstcome followed Funchal gaze Ghino girl Gudgeon hand happiness head heard heart Heaven Herminie hero honour hope hour human husband la Regnie lady length lips look Lord MACKESEY mad soldier Madame matter mind Monsieur Montford mother mountain nature never night Number once Orsola palanquin passed perhaps poor Pyrenees Raoul recollection Regnie Renneville replied Rogiero round scene seemed side smile Somport sorrow soul spirit stood tears tell thee things thou thought Timotheus tion travellers turned uttered voice Westwood wife words young
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Sida 55 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Lite cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between ; — But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Sida 315 - Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; Nor for the arrow that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; Nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
Sida 312 - O Lord, my God, thou art very great ; thou art clothed with honour and majesty; who coverest thyself with light as with a garment ; who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain ; who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters; who maketh the clouds his chariots; who walketh upon the wings of the wind...
Sida 55 - They parted, — ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining ; — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent astmder, A dreary sea now flows between ; But neither heat nor frost nor thunder Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Sida 315 - Thou hast put gladness in my heart, more than in the time that their corn and their wine increased. 8 I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, Lord, only makest me dwell in safety.
Sida 378 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Sida 313 - Their throat is an open sepulchre ; with their tongues they have used deceit; the poison of asps is under their lips: Whose mouth is full of cursing and bitterness: Their feet are swift to shed blood: Destruction and misery are in their ways: And the way of peace have they not known: There is no fear of God before their eyes.
Sida 315 - Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging : and whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise.
Sida 312 - The LORD will not spare him, but then the anger of the LORD and his jealousy shall smoke against that man, and all the curses that are written in this book shall lie upon him, and the LORD shall blot out his name from under heaven.
Sida 93 - Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. Vio. I think it well, my lord. Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent...