Readings from the best authors, ed. by A.H. Bryce, Tema 10Archibald Hamilton Bryce 1862 |
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... look on . . . . . The princess wrote verses herself , and there are some pretty plaintive lines attributed to her , which are more touching than better poetry : - " Unthinking , idle , wild , and young , I laughed , and danced , and ...
... look on . . . . . The princess wrote verses herself , and there are some pretty plaintive lines attributed to her , which are more touching than better poetry : - " Unthinking , idle , wild , and young , I laughed , and danced , and ...
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... look weary of firing ; dis- heartened in the fire deluge : a port - hole at the drawbridge is opened , as by one that would speak . See Huissier Maillard , the shifty man ! On his plank , swinging over the abyss of that stone ditch ...
... look weary of firing ; dis- heartened in the fire deluge : a port - hole at the drawbridge is opened , as by one that would speak . See Huissier Maillard , the shifty man ! On his plank , swinging over the abyss of that stone ditch ...
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... look , they say , as that hideous indictment was reading , continued calm ; " she was sometimes observed moving her fingers , as when one plays on the piano . " You discern , not without interest , across that dim revolu- tionary ...
... look , they say , as that hideous indictment was reading , continued calm ; " she was sometimes observed moving her fingers , as when one plays on the piano . " You discern , not without interest , across that dim revolu- tionary ...
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... looks turned towards the Jardin National , whilom Tuileries ; her face at that moment gave signs of lively emotion . She mounted the scaffold with courage enough ; at a quarter past twelve , her head fell ; the executioner showed it to ...
... looks turned towards the Jardin National , whilom Tuileries ; her face at that moment gave signs of lively emotion . She mounted the scaffold with courage enough ; at a quarter past twelve , her head fell ; the executioner showed it to ...
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... Look there , O man born of woman ! The bloom of that fair face is wasted , the hair is grey with care ; the brightness of those eyes is quenched , their lids hang drooping ; the face is stony pale , as of one living in death . Mean ...
... Look there , O man born of woman ! The bloom of that fair face is wasted , the hair is grey with care ; the brightness of those eyes is quenched , their lids hang drooping ; the face is stony pale , as of one living in death . Mean ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Arab arms battle BATTLE OF NASEBY beauty beneath blessed blood born bosom brave breath brow Bugeaud Catiline Clodius clouds dark dead death deep died dread dream earth ELIHU BURRITT Enniskilleners eternal eyes fair fame father fear fell fire glorious glory grave Greece grey hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hills honour hope hour human Hungary Hurrah JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN king land Lapstone light lips living look Lord LORD MACAULAY Macgregor Marie-Antoinette mighty Milo mind morning mountains never night noble o'er ocean passed prayer pride proud rise roar rose round shore shout SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent smile soul sound spirit stood sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou thought thousand throne thunder Tower of London uncle Toby University of Edinburgh voice wave wild words young
Pasajes populares
Página 297 - Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Página 281 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Página 85 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Página 252 - Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Página 281 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason ? I am a Jew...
Página 166 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Página 201 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Página 238 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Página 296 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roared, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy, But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Página 237 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...