Polyglot Reader, and Guide for Translation: Consisting of a Series of English Extracts with Their Translation Into French, German, Spanish and Italian ... English TextD. Appleton & Company, 1857 - Počet stran: 268 |
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... replied the magnificent monarch , pleased with his wit . The dish was gold . V. - AN ALARMING THREAT . A STUDENT of medicine having lost an important law- suit , broke out in the most violent language against his judges , and said that ...
... replied the magnificent monarch , pleased with his wit . The dish was gold . V. - AN ALARMING THREAT . A STUDENT of medicine having lost an important law- suit , broke out in the most violent language against his judges , and said that ...
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... replied the youth , with a look of the utmost contempt , " is a little crooked thing that asks questions . " IX - A POOR SATISFACTION . HENRY VIII . , RETORT COURTEOUS . 17 A Strange Comparison, The Philosopher Outdone, Retort Courteous,
... replied the youth , with a look of the utmost contempt , " is a little crooked thing that asks questions . " IX - A POOR SATISFACTION . HENRY VIII . , RETORT COURTEOUS . 17 A Strange Comparison, The Philosopher Outdone, Retort Courteous,
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... replied the facetious chancellor ; " but I much doubt , sire , whether , among all these beads , there would be one which would fit my shoulders so well as my own . " X. - AN INTRICATE SUIT . A YOUNG law student was obliged , by lot ...
... replied the facetious chancellor ; " but I much doubt , sire , whether , among all these beads , there would be one which would fit my shoulders so well as my own . " X. - AN INTRICATE SUIT . A YOUNG law student was obliged , by lot ...
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... replied the boy ; " return him my best thanks , and there's half a crown for yourself . " The Dean thus drawn into an act of generosity , laughed heartily , and gave the boy a crown for his wit . XXVIII . - A . PUNGENT REPLY . VERY Soon ...
... replied the boy ; " return him my best thanks , and there's half a crown for yourself . " The Dean thus drawn into an act of generosity , laughed heartily , and gave the boy a crown for his wit . XXVIII . - A . PUNGENT REPLY . VERY Soon ...
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... replied that he was " thinking of his father , who was killed in battle . " Soon after the questioner himself , prompted by curiosity , made the same experiment with the same result , and in turn was asked by the young sachem " what he ...
... replied that he was " thinking of his father , who was killed in battle . " Soon after the questioner himself , prompted by curiosity , made the same experiment with the same result , and in turn was asked by the young sachem " what he ...
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Strana 260 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Strana 261 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto you have rated me About my monies, and my usances: Still have I borne it with a patient shrug; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe: You call me — misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own.
Strana 276 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Strana 278 - An hour passed on — the Turk awoke ; That bright dream was his last ; He woke — to hear his sentries shriek, "To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek...
Strana 276 - Jane : In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain, And then she went away "So in the churchyard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.
Strana 275 - Seven in all,' she said, And wondering looked at me. 'And where are they ? I pray you tell.' She answered, 'Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Strana 273 - And first one universal shriek there rush'd, Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder ; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows ; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Strana 144 - I WAS ever of opinion, that the honest man who married, and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.
Strana 264 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see ; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Strana 279 - Greece nurtured in her glory's time Rest thee : there is no prouder grave Even in her own proud clime. She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume, Like torn branch from death's leafless tree In sorrow's pomp and pageantry, The heartless luxury of the tomb ; But she remembers thee as one Long loved and for a season gone.