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I hardly need say this was scarcely read o ' er Ere a post - chaise and four Was
brought round to the door , And Bassanio , though , doubtless , he thought it a
bore , Gave his Lady one kiss , and then started at score . But scarce in his light
Had ...
I hardly need say this was scarcely read o ' er Ere a post - chaise and four Was
brought round to the door , And Bassanio , though , doubtless , he thought it a
bore , Gave his Lady one kiss , and then started at score . But scarce in his light
Had ...
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hearty , though rough welcome , and led me to a tent which had been pitched for
the occasion , One or two , , words of prayer , and a stroke of the beard , took
place immediately we were seated , and raisins and bread were brought in and ...
hearty , though rough welcome , and led me to a tent which had been pitched for
the occasion , One or two , , words of prayer , and a stroke of the beard , took
place immediately we were seated , and raisins and bread were brought in and ...
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After the servants came Brutus ' servant and Mahomet Daood ; Khoda Woordee
and Fazil Khan brought up the rear . We generally shuffled along at four miles an
hour , and Brutus would tell me some anecdotes of his very curious life , varied ...
After the servants came Brutus ' servant and Mahomet Daood ; Khoda Woordee
and Fazil Khan brought up the rear . We generally shuffled along at four miles an
hour , and Brutus would tell me some anecdotes of his very curious life , varied ...
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The Koran was then brought , and a passage read , one of the moollahs
attempting to expound ; but he never could get through a sentence without
meeting with interruption from some opponent : three or four would join in on
either side , and ...
The Koran was then brought , and a passage read , one of the moollahs
attempting to expound ; but he never could get through a sentence without
meeting with interruption from some opponent : three or four would join in on
either side , and ...
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Shortly afterwards , a beautiful little girl was brought to me . It was very dark , so ,
taking a lamp , I advanced to have a closer view of my hardly - earned prize ,
when the little puss screamed out lustily , vowing nothing should make her go to ...
Shortly afterwards , a beautiful little girl was brought to me . It was very dark , so ,
taking a lamp , I advanced to have a closer view of my hardly - earned prize ,
when the little puss screamed out lustily , vowing nothing should make her go to ...
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Seite 373 - Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks; It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen.
Seite 174 - Fear ye not me? Saith the LORD: will ye not tremble at my presence, which have placed the sand for the bound of the sea by a perpetual decree, that it cannot pass it: and though the waves thereof toss themselves, yet can they not prevail; though they roar, yet can they not pass over it?
Seite 231 - He is a middle-sized, spare man, about forty years old, of a brown complexion and darkbrown coloured hair, but wears a wig ; a hooked nose, a sharp chin, grey eyes, and a large mole near his mouth...
Seite 118 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 361 - I never saw them afterwards, or any sign of them except three of their hats, one cap, and two shoes that were not fellows.
Seite 92 - The man that lays his hand upon a woman, Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch Whom 'twere gross flattery to name a coward.— I'll talk to you, lady, but not beat you.
Seite 360 - Robinson Kreutznaer; but by the usual corruption of words in England we are now called, nay, we call ourselves, and write our name "Crusoe," and so my companions always called me.
Seite 22 - The sun had long since, in the lap Of Thetis, taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn...
Seite 129 - For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Seite 83 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.