Ainsworth's Magazine, Том 8William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1845 |
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... thought , and perhaps of care ; but to the eye of one accustomed to read the character upon the face , the ... thoughts of the mortality of man's frame , of the vanity of all his works , and the emptiness of his glory , but not to fill ...
... thought , and perhaps of care ; but to the eye of one accustomed to read the character upon the face , the ... thoughts of the mortality of man's frame , of the vanity of all his works , and the emptiness of his glory , but not to fill ...
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... thought them but old women's tales , as you do . " " Nay , nay , " exclaimed the priest , eagerly , " I did not say that ; " and he fell into a deep fit of thought , before he pro- ceeded farther . At length , he continued , in a grave ...
... thought them but old women's tales , as you do . " " Nay , nay , " exclaimed the priest , eagerly , " I did not say that ; " and he fell into a deep fit of thought , before he pro- ceeded farther . At length , he continued , in a grave ...
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... thought there was anything wrong , my son , " replied the priest , gravely ; " I saw the lady's hand in yours , it is true ; I saw her eyes turned up to yours with a very beaming look ; I saw yours bent down on her as if your knee would ...
... thought there was anything wrong , my son , " replied the priest , gravely ; " I saw the lady's hand in yours , it is true ; I saw her eyes turned up to yours with a very beaming look ; I saw yours bent down on her as if your knee would ...
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... thought best in your nurture and educa- tion ; but I have still some remaining , which I have invested for you in land near the abbey , and am ready to account for all . But still , even if all were as you say , I see not why you should ...
... thought best in your nurture and educa- tion ; but I have still some remaining , which I have invested for you in land near the abbey , and am ready to account for all . But still , even if all were as you say , I see not why you should ...
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... thought , many a dark image of spoliation and cruelty presented itself to fancy as approaching in the train of war . Her father was silent , too ; for he knew that his somewhat unknightly love of gold was not likely to raise him in the ...
... thought , many a dark image of spoliation and cruelty presented itself to fancy as approaching in the train of war . Her father was silent , too ; for he knew that his somewhat unknightly love of gold was not likely to raise him in the ...
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Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Том 19 Полный просмотр - 1851 |
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