The Schoolmaster, and Edinburgh Weekly Magazine, Volúmenes1-2John Anderson [for John Johnstone], 1832 |
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... never forget my poor father's coming home , and not having a chair to sit upon , nor any room which He was almost ruined ; and being pointed at and jeered by every body , he could no longer bear the neighbourhood , so he and all of us ...
... never forget my poor father's coming home , and not having a chair to sit upon , nor any room which He was almost ruined ; and being pointed at and jeered by every body , he could no longer bear the neighbourhood , so he and all of us ...
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... never saw the Captain , and heard talk of his fine seats , without calling to mind the parable of Nathan and the lamb . How can it be that those who are able to command so many pleasures , can , for a temporary gratification , deprive ...
... never saw the Captain , and heard talk of his fine seats , without calling to mind the parable of Nathan and the lamb . How can it be that those who are able to command so many pleasures , can , for a temporary gratification , deprive ...
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... never give me one her- self : but certain it is , that she continued to walk till she reached the mouth of the river ; and there , meeting by ill - fortune with a small vessel bound for London , and in the very act of sailing , she got ...
... never give me one her- self : but certain it is , that she continued to walk till she reached the mouth of the river ; and there , meeting by ill - fortune with a small vessel bound for London , and in the very act of sailing , she got ...
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... never be agreed on . " * * * To the disgrace of the successive civic rulers of Edinburgh , this fine street remains ... never seen and to a genteel woman , who adjusts it with a good air , is a becoming veil . But as I am pretty sure you ...
... never be agreed on . " * * * To the disgrace of the successive civic rulers of Edinburgh , this fine street remains ... never seen and to a genteel woman , who adjusts it with a good air , is a becoming veil . But as I am pretty sure you ...
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... never made out any figure of mamma , but still it was the tombstone , and papa , and the smooth green grass , and my head resting upon the elbow of my father . How long my uncle remained in this agony of grief I know not ; to me it ...
... never made out any figure of mamma , but still it was the tombstone , and papa , and the smooth green grass , and my head resting upon the elbow of my father . How long my uncle remained in this agony of grief I know not ; to me it ...
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Términos y frases comunes
appeared barn owl beautiful better body Booksellers called character child Chinsura church COBBETT Comte d'Artois Corn Laws Crichton Castle cried delight door dress East Lothian Edinburgh effect Eildon Hills England eyes Fanny father feelings gentleman girl give Glasgow hand happy heard heart heat honour horses hour Jack Taylor JOHN JOHNSTONE JOHN MACLEOD kind King labour lady land Lewellyn lived look Lord Lord Thurlow manner marriage Mary ment mind minister morning mother nature never night passed person pleasure political poor present replied rich Rosalie SCHOOLMASTER Scotland seen servant Sir Walter Sir Walter Scott society soon spirit sure tell Theodore thing thou thought THREE-HALFPENCE tion took town turn whole wife WILLIAM COBBETT woman words young
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...