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Our chief rode on a - head , and having reconnoitred , came back , exclaiming , “
Bismillah ! in the name of the Propbet , let us kill . ' » - Well , we attacked , and
exclaiming , “ Yallah ! ' fell upon them like the arrow from the bow . We were all ...
Our chief rode on a - head , and having reconnoitred , came back , exclaiming , “
Bismillah ! in the name of the Propbet , let us kill . ' » - Well , we attacked , and
exclaiming , “ Yallah ! ' fell upon them like the arrow from the bow . We were all ...
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The poor creature was completely conquered : trembling , from head to foot , and
half drowned with the profuse sweat that rolled from him like foam , he cast a look
of imploring despair at the crowd , and the big tear rolled down his cheeks .
The poor creature was completely conquered : trembling , from head to foot , and
half drowned with the profuse sweat that rolled from him like foam , he cast a look
of imploring despair at the crowd , and the big tear rolled down his cheeks .
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A coal is sent at their heads - - a gash on the head made with a pick an eye
knocked out - ribs broken ; ' or · the ass - stick , as big as my thumb , ' is applied -
in short , ' . the discipline , as they are pleased to term it , is Spartan . It . is
pleaded ...
A coal is sent at their heads - - a gash on the head made with a pick an eye
knocked out - ribs broken ; ' or · the ass - stick , as big as my thumb , ' is applied -
in short , ' . the discipline , as they are pleased to term it , is Spartan . It . is
pleaded ...
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The sick woman nodded her head . « Did she want any one to be sent for ? » The
head was shaken . « Was it about making her will ? » Another mute negative . «
Did she wish to have further medical advice ? » A gesture of great impatience .
The sick woman nodded her head . « Did she want any one to be sent for ? » The
head was shaken . « Was it about making her will ? » Another mute negative . «
Did she wish to have further medical advice ? » A gesture of great impatience .
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The first head intruded into the cat ' s hole is sure to meet with a warm reception ,
claws and teeth do their work , still the staunch hound beeds it not , and either he
gets a bold himself , or acts as a bait to draw the cat from his burrow ; thus ...
The first head intruded into the cat ' s hole is sure to meet with a warm reception ,
claws and teeth do their work , still the staunch hound beeds it not , and either he
gets a bold himself , or acts as a bait to draw the cat from his burrow ; thus ...
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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.