The Schoolmaster, and Edinburgh Weekly Magazine, Volúmenes1-2John Anderson [for John Johnstone], 1832 |
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... eyes of Phelim glisten for a moment ; but he again began to whistle , with his usual thoughtless hilarity , and Norman ventured to allude to his punishment . " I am not only happy , but proud to see you bear yourself so manfully ...
... eyes of Phelim glisten for a moment ; but he again began to whistle , with his usual thoughtless hilarity , and Norman ventured to allude to his punishment . " I am not only happy , but proud to see you bear yourself so manfully ...
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... eyes , and of that young lady saying , " They were the colour of gladness . " Norman , though somewhat astonished to ... eye of all desire of acquiring the esteem of his fellow - men . Poor the world , -with personal responsibility ...
... eyes , and of that young lady saying , " They were the colour of gladness . " Norman , though somewhat astonished to ... eye of all desire of acquiring the esteem of his fellow - men . Poor the world , -with personal responsibility ...
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... eyes , and flood , valley , and height , In one moment all swim in an ocean of light ; While the sun , like a glorious banner unfurled , Seems to wave o'er a now more magnificent world . As his eyes in the sunshiny solitude close ...
... eyes , and flood , valley , and height , In one moment all swim in an ocean of light ; While the sun , like a glorious banner unfurled , Seems to wave o'er a now more magnificent world . As his eyes in the sunshiny solitude close ...
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... eyes to the right nor the left , but , with a candle in his hand , walked straight to the cradle , and stooping down to see the baby , kissed its little hand . " Will he wake , do you think ? " said he to Mrs. Selborne , motioning to ...
... eyes to the right nor the left , but , with a candle in his hand , walked straight to the cradle , and stooping down to see the baby , kissed its little hand . " Will he wake , do you think ? " said he to Mrs. Selborne , motioning to ...
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... eyes deliberately to the past and the future , and determined to think only of the present day . Such was her own account of her life in London ; and I never had reason to doubt its truth . I saw Mary for the first time about eighteen ...
... eyes deliberately to the past and the future , and determined to think only of the present day . Such was her own account of her life in London ; and I never had reason to doubt its truth . I saw Mary for the first time about eighteen ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 273 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Página 30 - Ho ! maidens of Vienna ; ho ! matrons of Lucerne ; Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls.
Página 290 - Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you — Ye are many — they are few.
Página 82 - The community is a fictitious body, composed of the individual persons who are considered as constituting as it were its members. The interest of the community then is, what? — the sum of the interests of the several members who compose it.
Página 298 - Equity is a roguish thing; for law we have a measure, know what to trust to; equity is according to the conscience of him that is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is equity. 'Tis all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a foot, a Chancellor's foot; what an uncertain measure would this be!
Página 30 - Bartholomew," was passed from man to man ; But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Página 290 - Tis to work and have such pay As just keeps life from day to day In your limbs, as in a cell For the tyrants...
Página 30 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew,
Página 30 - Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand ; And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's...
Página 268 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid...