Bentley's Miscellany, Том 64Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1868 |
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... voice burst out into rich song , and each note , albeit it may have been wild and rude , set the blood this time rushing and leaping im- petuously in its course , and the burden of the song went ever ring- ing through his soul ...
... voice burst out into rich song , and each note , albeit it may have been wild and rude , set the blood this time rushing and leaping im- petuously in its course , and the burden of the song went ever ring- ing through his soul ...
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... voice would roll and thrill . It was quite in vain to try and disown the tender hurt of his bosom ; and don't believe but that , in spite of his rage against himself , Austin thought that hurt much greater pleasure than pain , and would ...
... voice would roll and thrill . It was quite in vain to try and disown the tender hurt of his bosom ; and don't believe but that , in spite of his rage against himself , Austin thought that hurt much greater pleasure than pain , and would ...
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... voice is wholly uncultivated ; but what a voice it is ! My God ! how every tone went through me ! Oh ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet south . I used to think that duke a lackadaisical goose for saying so , but I can sympathise with ...
... voice is wholly uncultivated ; but what a voice it is ! My God ! how every tone went through me ! Oh ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet south . I used to think that duke a lackadaisical goose for saying so , but I can sympathise with ...
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... voice went very low . I wish she had a stronger voice . " " I hope you admired that shrieking bit which eventually died away in such a melodious whisper , " said Austin , with a laugh , for he wanted to throw as much ridicule as ...
... voice went very low . I wish she had a stronger voice . " " I hope you admired that shrieking bit which eventually died away in such a melodious whisper , " said Austin , with a laugh , for he wanted to throw as much ridicule as ...
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... voice . It was not Mr. Treeby's ; of that he felt sure . Being quite ignorant of the geography of the house , he was ... voices ! The sounds again reached him , and this time almost louder than before . The laugh- ing part struck him as ...
... voice . It was not Mr. Treeby's ; of that he felt sure . Being quite ignorant of the geography of the house , he was ... voices ! The sounds again reached him , and this time almost louder than before . The laugh- ing part struck him as ...
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Стр. 232 - And out of the ground made the Lord God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food; the tree of life also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of knowledge of good and evil.
Стр. 94 - tis weary; Round its staff 'tis drooping dreary; Furl it, fold it, it is best; For there's not a man to wave it, And there's not a sword to save it, And there's not one left to lave it In the blood which heroes gave it: And its foes now scorn and brave it: Furl it, hide it— let it rest.
Стр. 94 - Banner — it is trailing! While around it sounds the wailing Of its people in their woe. For though conquered, they adore it! Love the cold dead hands that bore it! Weep for those who fell before it! Pardon those who trailed and tore it, But, Oh! wildly they deplore it Now who furl and fold it so.
Стр. 24 - Thus the mind itself is bowed to the yoke: even in what people do for pleasure, conformity is the first thing thought of ; they like in crowds ; they exercise choice only among things commonly done: peculiarity of taste, eccentricity of conduct, are shunned equally with crimes: until by dint of not following their own nature, they have no nature to follow...
Стр. 94 - tis hard for us to fold it; Hard to think there's none to hold it; Hard that those who once unrolled it Now must furl it with a sigh.
Стр. 228 - If a brother or sister be naked, and destitute of daily food, and one of you say unto them, Depart in peace, be ye warmed and filled; notwithstanding ye give them not those things which are needful to the body; what doth it profit?
Стр. 64 - ... tossing mane. A moment in the British camp — A moment — and away Back to the pathless forest, Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs ; Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven the Briton, Forever, from our shore.
Стр. 94 - Banner — it is trailing, While around it sounds the wailing Of its people in their woe. For, though conquered, they adore it, — Love the cold, dead hands that bore it, Weep for those who fell before it, Pardon those who trailed and tore it; And oh, wildly they deplore it, Now to furl and fold it so!
Стр. 236 - So he drove out the man: and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life.
Стр. 25 - It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion ; it is easy in solitude to live after our own ; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.