The St. Petersburg English Review, of Literature, the Arts, and Sciences, Band 3 |
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For your amusement and improvement I did hope to compose a journal of our
continental progress , with such references to Guthrie and the School Atlas as
might enable you to trace our course on the Map of Europe . But unexpected ...
For your amusement and improvement I did hope to compose a journal of our
continental progress , with such references to Guthrie and the School Atlas as
might enable you to trace our course on the Map of Europe . But unexpected ...
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Law ! they won ' t go away before the ball , · I hope ! » First Miss . « No , but on the
15th they are to shave their mustachios ! He says that Lord Tufto is in a perfect
fury about it ! » Second Miss . « And poor George Beardmore , too ! » & c .
Law ! they won ' t go away before the ball , · I hope ! » First Miss . « No , but on the
15th they are to shave their mustachios ! He says that Lord Tufto is in a perfect
fury about it ! » Second Miss . « And poor George Beardmore , too ! » & c .
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We know not whether the Chaldean churches will be included in the very
indefinite diocese of the new Bishop of Jerusalem , but we sincerely hope that the
Christian Knowledge Society will redeem the promise made by their delegates to
this ...
We know not whether the Chaldean churches will be included in the very
indefinite diocese of the new Bishop of Jerusalem , but we sincerely hope that the
Christian Knowledge Society will redeem the promise made by their delegates to
this ...
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... in England , to be convinced that no ' task can be more difficult and unprofitable
than the attempt to reconcile what nature has made incompatible , or to hope any
lasting reputation from what is neither elevated in taste not pure in morality .
... in England , to be convinced that no ' task can be more difficult and unprofitable
than the attempt to reconcile what nature has made incompatible , or to hope any
lasting reputation from what is neither elevated in taste not pure in morality .
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... in the hope , perhaps , that the matter would escape my memory . But I was not
to be so defrauded : the remembrance of former odd freaks , and the wild and
whimsical theories in which they had originated , determined me to pluck out the
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... in the hope , perhaps , that the matter would escape my memory . But I was not
to be so defrauded : the remembrance of former odd freaks , and the wild and
whimsical theories in which they had originated , determined me to pluck out the
...
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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.