The Wanderings of a Goldfinch; Or, Characteristic Sketches in the Nineteenth CenturyW. Clowes, 1816 - Всего страниц: 355 |
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... wish for a singing- bird . of Can I ever forbear to shudder at the recollection my heart's cold and hopeless trepidation , when , with plumage torn and ruffled in attempting to escape , a chirp of agony my only note , -I was committed ...
... wish for a singing- bird . of Can I ever forbear to shudder at the recollection my heart's cold and hopeless trepidation , when , with plumage torn and ruffled in attempting to escape , a chirp of agony my only note , -I was committed ...
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... wish during its course . The sensible conviction of being secluded from all the pleasures and pursuits most congenial to my nature , was no friend to repose . The declination of day's golden orb no longer invited the desire of slumber ...
... wish during its course . The sensible conviction of being secluded from all the pleasures and pursuits most congenial to my nature , was no friend to repose . The declination of day's golden orb no longer invited the desire of slumber ...
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... wish to detract from the kindness of any motive ema- nating from superior intelligence , yet , even an humble bird could not help observing , what an active sensa- tion is produced by an addition to the number of possible conquests ...
... wish to detract from the kindness of any motive ema- nating from superior intelligence , yet , even an humble bird could not help observing , what an active sensa- tion is produced by an addition to the number of possible conquests ...
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... or three shillings a day , and annoy all the gentlemen , nay , even the magi- strate , by destroying the fences , which are as good as new , and breaking down our park - palings . ' " You mistake the matter , we only wish to 55.
... or three shillings a day , and annoy all the gentlemen , nay , even the magi- strate , by destroying the fences , which are as good as new , and breaking down our park - palings . ' " You mistake the matter , we only wish to 55.
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Mary Anne McMullan. " You mistake the matter , we only wish to re- member the smell of powder , and to teach it to you ; ' when we discharged our pieces close to the old boy's ear . He uttered a tremendous yell , which , with the report ...
Mary Anne McMullan. " You mistake the matter , we only wish to re- member the smell of powder , and to teach it to you ; ' when we discharged our pieces close to the old boy's ear . He uttered a tremendous yell , which , with the report ...
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Стр. 120 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Стр. 316 - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword, and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright, Neither by day, nor yet by night...
Стр. 349 - With aching temples on thy hand reclined, Muse on the last farewell I leave behind, Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low, And think on all my love, and all my woe...
Стр. 282 - Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light.
Стр. 348 - Mark me, Wilford. I know the value of the orphan's tear, The poor man's prayer, respect from the respected ; I feel, to merit these, and to obtain them, Is to taste here below, that thrilling cordial, Which the remunerating angel draws From the eternal fountain of delight, To pour on blessed souls that enter heaven. I feel this — I ! How must my nature, then, Revolt at him who seeks to stain his hand In human blood ? And yet, it seems, this day I sought your life.
Стр. 42 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray ; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Стр. 122 - It is not (replied our philosopher) because they treat, as you call it, about love, but because they treat of nothing, that they are despicable : we must not ridicule a passion which he who never felt never was happy, and he who laughs at never deserves to feel — a passion which has caused the change of empires, and the loss of worlds — a passion which has inspired heroism and subdued avarice.
Стр. 118 - But, in short, Sir,' continued he, — ' I speak to you because you look like one that can understand me — there is nothing about a woman's person merely, were she formed like the Venus de Medicis, that can constitute a fine woman.
Стр. 32 - Big — bright — and fast, unknown to her they fell ; But still her lips refused to send — " Farewell !" For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We promise — hope — believe — there breathes despair.
Стр. 159 - Through mere good fortune, took a different course. The flock grew calm again, and I, the road Following, that led me to my own abode, Much...