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... rock , so still and motionless that he seemed dead . I went near ; it was Miles Colvine : he seemed unconscious of my approach , and , looking stedfastly on the sea , re- mained fixed , and muttering , as long as I continued on the ...
... rock , so still and motionless that he seemed dead . I went near ; it was Miles Colvine : he seemed unconscious of my approach , and , looking stedfastly on the sea , re- mained fixed , and muttering , as long as I continued on the ...
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... rocks so narrow as to have been formerly shut in by gates , the posts of which still remain . On the cliff on one ... rock is almost inac- cessible , and admirably adapted for the site of a frontier fortress . Nothing but a refinement ...
... rocks so narrow as to have been formerly shut in by gates , the posts of which still remain . On the cliff on one ... rock is almost inac- cessible , and admirably adapted for the site of a frontier fortress . Nothing but a refinement ...
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... rock amidst the shade of these sylvan recesses . The stream is seventeen feet in width , and four or five in depth at its issuing from the rocks . It flows forth from the rock without a ripple , and at first glides and waves over the ...
... rock amidst the shade of these sylvan recesses . The stream is seventeen feet in width , and four or five in depth at its issuing from the rocks . It flows forth from the rock without a ripple , and at first glides and waves over the ...
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... rock , about half a mile to the eastward of the town , on which is also a durgah to the memory of a Mahomedan saint . There are steps cut in the rock ; and here and there gateways and small walls . On the top all is bare and naked , but ...
... rock , about half a mile to the eastward of the town , on which is also a durgah to the memory of a Mahomedan saint . There are steps cut in the rock ; and here and there gateways and small walls . On the top all is bare and naked , but ...
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... Rock . For some reason or other , they do not seem to have sojourned here long ; tradition says , because the Indian dogs in hunt- ing discovered them ; they therefore sought another lodgement . The third place of their abode in the ...
... Rock . For some reason or other , they do not seem to have sojourned here long ; tradition says , because the Indian dogs in hunt- ing discovered them ; they therefore sought another lodgement . The third place of their abode in the ...
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Seite 262 - We are not of Alice, nor of thee, nor are we children at all. The children of Alice call Bartrum father. We are nothing ; less than nothing ; and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.
Seite 262 - Then I told how for seven long years, in hope sometimes, sometimes in despair, yet persisting ever, I courted the fair Alice W n ; and, as much as children could understand, I explained to them what coyness, and difficulty, and denial meant in maidens — when suddenly, turning to Alice, the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re-presentment, that I became in doubt which of them stood there before me, or whose that bright hair was...
Seite 223 - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 't is only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.
Seite 262 - I was lame-footed; and how when he died, though he had not been dead an hour, it seemed as if he had died a great while ago, such a distance there is betwixt life and death...
Seite 319 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 261 - ... carried away to the owner's other house, where they were set up, and looked as awkward as if some one were to carry away the old tombs they had seen lately at the abbey, and stick them up in Lady C.'s tawdry gilt drawing-room. Here John smiled, as much as to say, " That would be foolish indeed.
Seite 261 - ... or in lying about upon the fresh grass, with all the fine garden smells around me — or basking in the orangery, till I could almost fancy myself ripening too along with the oranges and the limes in that grateful warmth — or in watching the dace that darted to and fro in the fish-pond, at the bottom of the garden, with here and there a great sulky pike hanging midway down the water in silent state, as if it mocked at their impertinent friskings...
Seite 200 - Cupid and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?
Seite 250 - tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy...
Seite 261 - CHILDREN love to listen to stories about their elders, when they were children ; to stretch their imagination to the conception of a traditionary great-uncle or grandame whom they never saw.