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... lady , a year or two his junior . He longed for a pretext to address her , but found none ; when her father for such he seemed broke si- lence , and accosted him . ― " I beg your pardon ; is it possible that you are the son of John ...
... lady , a year or two his junior . He longed for a pretext to address her , but found none ; when her father for such he seemed broke si- lence , and accosted him . ― " I beg your pardon ; is it possible that you are the son of John ...
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... ladies , and not liberally endowed by nature with the gift of tongues , his zeal to com- mend himself to the good opinion of Miss Edith Leslie availed somewhat to supply the defect . He had never mixed with the world , conventionally so ...
... ladies , and not liberally endowed by nature with the gift of tongues , his zeal to com- mend himself to the good opinion of Miss Edith Leslie availed somewhat to supply the defect . He had never mixed with the world , conventionally so ...
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... Ladies at the table ! New Yorkers in full feather , or I'll be shot ! Now , what the deuse have lace and ribbons to do in a place like this ? " During the meal , the presence of the strangers was a check upon their conversation ...
... Ladies at the table ! New Yorkers in full feather , or I'll be shot ! Now , what the deuse have lace and ribbons to do in a place like this ? " During the meal , the presence of the strangers was a check upon their conversation ...
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... lady . Look here , Stubb , " again facing the victim , - “ what do you take me for ? and what the devil do you take yourself for ? I know your dirty family history . Your grandfather was a bricklayer , and the Lord knows who your great ...
... lady . Look here , Stubb , " again facing the victim , - “ what do you take me for ? and what the devil do you take yourself for ? I know your dirty family history . Your grandfather was a bricklayer , and the Lord knows who your great ...
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... lady's letter , with the pith in the postscript . You ask after the Primroses and the Everills , a stupid , priggish set , for whom you care nothing , as earnestly as if you were in love with them , and then grow indifferent when you ...
... lady's letter , with the pith in the postscript . You ask after the Primroses and the Everills , a stupid , priggish set , for whom you care nothing , as earnestly as if you were in love with them , and then grow indifferent when you ...
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Page 135 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 349 - I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano ; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.
Page 317 - We twain have met like ships upon the sea, Who hold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet ; • One little hour ! and then, away they speed On lonely paths, through mist, and cloud, and foam, To meet no more.
Page 367 - Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content : 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
Page 62 - But when he came, though pale and wan, He looked so great and high, So noble was his manly front, So calm his steadfast eye ; — The rabble rout forbore to shout, And each man held his breath, For well they knew the hero's soul Was face to face with death.
Page 22 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 60 - I'll never love thee more. Like Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone, My thoughts shall evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That puts it not unto the touch, To win or lose it all.
Page 393 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Page 62 - God ! that ghastly gibbet ! how dismal 'tis to see The great, tall, spectral skeleton, the ladder and the tree ! Hark ! hark ! it is the clash of arms, the bells begin to toll — He is coming ! he is coming ! God's mercy on his soul...
Page 61 - I'll serve thee in such noble ways Was never heard before ; I'll crown and deck thee all with bays, And love thee evermore.