The English Fireside: A Tale of the Past, Svazek 3Saunders and Otley, 1844 |
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Strana 59
... king of the gipsies . " I knew that he laid somewhere in this ground ; but I had little thought until yesterday , at sunset , that he was the enemy who seared and blighted every hope and joy of my life . My earliest friend , too ...
... king of the gipsies . " I knew that he laid somewhere in this ground ; but I had little thought until yesterday , at sunset , that he was the enemy who seared and blighted every hope and joy of my life . My earliest friend , too ...
Strana 60
... king in a husky voice . " Yes , I promised forgiveness , and , as far as I can , I will keep my word ; but ' tis scarcely within my power . " " Whistle up your resolution , " returned Mr Fulton encouragingly , at the same time ...
... king in a husky voice . " Yes , I promised forgiveness , and , as far as I can , I will keep my word ; but ' tis scarcely within my power . " " Whistle up your resolution , " returned Mr Fulton encouragingly , at the same time ...
Strana 62
... king of the gipsies , dropping his weapon , " I respectfully beg your forgiveness . I will tell you all that you wish to learn , and explain this , perhaps , seeming sacrilege . " " I beseech of ye to say what is your object in breaking ...
... king of the gipsies , dropping his weapon , " I respectfully beg your forgiveness . I will tell you all that you wish to learn , and explain this , perhaps , seeming sacrilege . " " I beseech of ye to say what is your object in breaking ...
Strana 63
... king . " " Are you then Bamfield Carew ? " asked the vicar . " I am , " replied he . " And this rude coffin , made by still ruder hands , contains the body of one once belonging to my tribe . She , sir , I loved , I hope as a man should ...
... king . " " Are you then Bamfield Carew ? " asked the vicar . " I am , " replied he . " And this rude coffin , made by still ruder hands , contains the body of one once belonging to my tribe . She , sir , I loved , I hope as a man should ...
Strana 65
... king . " We'll be speedy with our work , sir , " said Mr Fulton , in a particularly gruff voice , and turning his face from the vicar that he might not be recognised . " We'll be speedy with our work , sir , " repeated he , turning out ...
... king . " We'll be speedy with our work , sir , " said Mr Fulton , in a particularly gruff voice , and turning his face from the vicar that he might not be recognised . " We'll be speedy with our work , sir , " repeated he , turning out ...
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added Blanch added Carew added the squire aide-de-camp asked Bamfield Carew butler catch a thief chair Charles child continued dear dear boy Edward Sinclair ejaculated endeavour exclaimed eyes father fear feel gamekeeper gaoler gipsies Grace grandad ground hand hangman head heard heart hope interrupted the squire keeper laugh lips listen look Macrone matter Merton Park Ned Swiftfoot never niece observed old lady perhaps poor prisoner PULTENEY STREET rejoined aunt Deborah rejoined Carew rejoined his majesty rejoined Mr Fulton rejoined the king rejoined the squire remarked repeated replied aunt Deborah replied Blanch replied Carew replied Mr Fulton replied Mr Smutt replied Soaking Bob replied the old replied the squire replied Tom Brainshaw returned Blanch returned Carew returned Mr Fulton returned the squire scarcely silence smiling sound Squire Merton stop Swiftfoot There's Thomas Smutt thought tone turned vicar voice whispered wish wisitor words
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Strana 200 - Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
Strana 69 - I AM the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die.
Strana 52 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide.
Strana 180 - Murder? Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is ; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Strana 110 - Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art (Servile to all the skyey influences) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Strana 215 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 243 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Strana 14 - Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful : Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge, Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son.