Bentley's Miscellany, المجلد 43Richard Bentley, 1858 |
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... young , and Monsieur Perrotin was facile princeps of this race . From the Common Hard of Portsea he found his way past various gates and bridges into the High - street of Portsmouth , anxiously search- ing for a not too expensive hotel ...
... young , and Monsieur Perrotin was facile princeps of this race . From the Common Hard of Portsea he found his way past various gates and bridges into the High - street of Portsmouth , anxiously search- ing for a not too expensive hotel ...
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... young gentlemen is all as it ' as been to . " Monsieur Perrotin accepted the waiter's nod as an answer to his excla- mation of his speech he could only make out that mutton was the theme , but he was not likely to be at a loss on this ...
... young gentlemen is all as it ' as been to . " Monsieur Perrotin accepted the waiter's nod as an answer to his excla- mation of his speech he could only make out that mutton was the theme , but he was not likely to be at a loss on this ...
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... young Misses . " This letter , superscribed as above , he sent to the post - office by a porter who was sufficiently skilled in polite literature to be able to grin at the direction , and sufficiently kind - hearted to wish that he or ...
... young Misses . " This letter , superscribed as above , he sent to the post - office by a porter who was sufficiently skilled in polite literature to be able to grin at the direction , and sufficiently kind - hearted to wish that he or ...
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... young man , who was waiting to have his luggage taken out of the coach , came up and addressed him : it was the owner of the friendly hand . " You seem to be a stranger , sir , in London , " he said . " Oh yas ! " replied Monsieur ...
... young man , who was waiting to have his luggage taken out of the coach , came up and addressed him : it was the owner of the friendly hand . " You seem to be a stranger , sir , in London , " he said . " Oh yas ! " replied Monsieur ...
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... young stranger's hand , and closing it upon what it held . " But , I thank you , no ! It is not a great deal I have , but before that is gone I have hopes to get There is in London one very great lady whose daughters I have the honour ...
... young stranger's hand , and closing it upon what it held . " But , I thank you , no ! It is not a great deal I have , but before that is gone I have hopes to get There is in London one very great lady whose daughters I have the honour ...
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Alice Annis answered appeared asked Aspeden Aunt Clem beautiful Béranger better Bhopal called captain Cawnpore Clara Courtenay cried Dalrymple Damereau dear death Deepdale dinner dress DUDLEY COSTELLO Dunderdum Edith Emily England English exclaimed eyes face Fane father fear feeling followed France French girl give Guelf hand happy head heard heart Helen Henry Clayton honour hope husband India knew laugh lion live look Lord Lord Palmerston Louis XVIII Lucknow Madame Gembloux Mademoiselle Mars mamma marriage marry matter mind Miss Monsieur Perrotin morning mother never night once Paris party Philip poor pretty princess Rachel racter replied returned Richelieu Rouen round Sarah Scrope Selina Sepoys servants sleep smile soon speak Stamford stood Sutton tell things thought tion told took town turned uttered voice Walter wife woman words young
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الصفحة 610 - A rest for weary pilgrims found, " They softly lie, and sweetly sleep
الصفحة 79 - And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress
الصفحة 523 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
الصفحة 524 - For me, my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers leap, Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose Who giveth His beloved sleep. And friends, dear friends, when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And round my bier ye come to weep, Let one most loving of you all, Say, " Not a tear must o'er her fall ! He giveth His beloved sleep.
الصفحة 295 - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave ; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, T 3 The terrors of the living, not the dead.
الصفحة 402 - Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want.
الصفحة 521 - Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st, yet grossly fear'st Thy death — which is no more. Thou art not thyself; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not ; For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get, And what thou hast, forget'st. Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, After the moon.
الصفحة 294 - There is no terror, brother Toby, in its looks, but what it borrows from groans and convulsions — and the blowing of noses and the wiping away of tears with the bottoms of curtains, in a dying man's room.
الصفحة 225 - He was not a man of many words, and rarely begun the discourse, or made the first entrance upon any business that was assumed; but a very weighty speaker, and after he had heard a full debate, and observed how the house was like to be inclined, took up the argument, and shortly, and clearly, and craftily, so stated it, that he commonly conducted it to the conclusion he desired...
الصفحة 611 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.