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So , after wasting three or four hours in sham divisions , about half an hour ago
we agreed to an adjournment at last . The principal arguments adduced to - night
, my dear , were , in the first place , if corn - » « Nay , Llewellyn , nay , " said I ...
So , after wasting three or four hours in sham divisions , about half an hour ago
we agreed to an adjournment at last . The principal arguments adduced to - night
, my dear , were , in the first place , if corn - » « Nay , Llewellyn , nay , " said I ...
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Two men propelled themselves in it , with little difficulty , up al hill of a
considerable rise , at the rate of at least 6 miles an hour ; for a good walker could
not keep pace with it , and even had to run to follow it . On a level they attained a
speed of ...
Two men propelled themselves in it , with little difficulty , up al hill of a
considerable rise , at the rate of at least 6 miles an hour ; for a good walker could
not keep pace with it , and even had to run to follow it . On a level they attained a
speed of ...
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... streams of water , and the horrors of dying of thirst . In an hour and a half these
dreams were disturbed by shouts and yells , and on getting up I saw the
Turcoman , with his cap in his hand , screaming , and urging his borše towards us
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... streams of water , and the horrors of dying of thirst . In an hour and a half these
dreams were disturbed by shouts and yells , and on getting up I saw the
Turcoman , with his cap in his hand , screaming , and urging his borše towards us
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with saltpelre , is perfectly clear , bụt of so unpleasant a dayour , and so offensive
to the nostrils , that , notwithstanding the heat and my excessive thirst , I could not
swallow it ; and with parched lips Lwaited four long hours until the camels ...
with saltpelre , is perfectly clear , bụt of so unpleasant a dayour , and so offensive
to the nostrils , that , notwithstanding the heat and my excessive thirst , I could not
swallow it ; and with parched lips Lwaited four long hours until the camels ...
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He arrives with the drivers and trappers at the same early hour of the morning ,
and takes his tram , or small four - wheeled ... by the deputy - overman , where a ·
hewer , ' who has already been working two hours , has collected a heap of coal .
He arrives with the drivers and trappers at the same early hour of the morning ,
and takes his tram , or small four - wheeled ... by the deputy - overman , where a ·
hewer , ' who has already been working two hours , has collected a heap of coal .
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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.