The St. Petersburg English Review, of Literature, the Arts, and Sciences, Band 3Hauer and Company, 1842 |
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... morning lecture of the governess by swallowing with thirsty ear the putting - to - bed story of the nurse . Emancipated from the trammels of education , I ran the usual gauntlet of young ladies of my rank . I danced and flirted a season ...
... morning lecture of the governess by swallowing with thirsty ear the putting - to - bed story of the nurse . Emancipated from the trammels of education , I ran the usual gauntlet of young ladies of my rank . I danced and flirted a season ...
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... morning , -and pre- cisely at that moment , Philip , who appeared to me as I have related , was at the distance of nearly two hundred miles from London , putting on his bridal garments , in the seventy - fifth year of his age , to marry ...
... morning , -and pre- cisely at that moment , Philip , who appeared to me as I have related , was at the distance of nearly two hundred miles from London , putting on his bridal garments , in the seventy - fifth year of his age , to marry ...
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... morning that I was to be one of those examined in the course of the morning , but I rather think some such notice had been conveyed to me ; and at last my awful turn came , and I stood in the presence of the formidable tri- bunal ...
... morning that I was to be one of those examined in the course of the morning , but I rather think some such notice had been conveyed to me ; and at last my awful turn came , and I stood in the presence of the formidable tri- bunal ...
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... morning the same identical face and figure , the same correct , ceremonious creature , and in the same cos- tume to a crinkle . But no you never can have seen that She - Mentor , stiff as starch , formal as a Dutch hedge , sensitive as ...
... morning the same identical face and figure , the same correct , ceremonious creature , and in the same cos- tume to a crinkle . But no you never can have seen that She - Mentor , stiff as starch , formal as a Dutch hedge , sensitive as ...
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... mornings , known only to those who have had the exquisite pleasure of inhaling the fragance which is wafted by the first breath of morn from the shores of Italy , that the frigate in which I served was standing along shore , between ...
... mornings , known only to those who have had the exquisite pleasure of inhaling the fragance which is wafted by the first breath of morn from the shores of Italy , that the frigate in which I served was standing along shore , between ...
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Seite 371 - 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 172 - 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 229 - 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 116 - 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 359 - 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 90 - 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 358 - 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 20 - 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 127 - 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 81 - 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.