The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal Authorship: Selected from the Standard Authors of All Nations and All Time, Volume 3Ainsworth Rand Spofford Gebbie & Company, 1888 - Literature |
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... received direc- tions from Jan Dirk Peereboom to dispose of his house , timber - wharf , stock in trade , ships , barges , & c . & c . But The announcement was the subject of con- versation in Dort for one entire month . when the sedate ...
... received direc- tions from Jan Dirk Peereboom to dispose of his house , timber - wharf , stock in trade , ships , barges , & c . & c . But The announcement was the subject of con- versation in Dort for one entire month . when the sedate ...
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... received on his landing by the chamberlains with their wands of office , the Dutch governor , albeit not a laughing man , roared outright in Jinks ' face . " Ha ! ha ! ha ! chamberlains , indeed ! Bless your simplicity , young man ! Ha ...
... received on his landing by the chamberlains with their wands of office , the Dutch governor , albeit not a laughing man , roared outright in Jinks ' face . " Ha ! ha ! ha ! chamberlains , indeed ! Bless your simplicity , young man ! Ha ...
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... received him in French , and he responded in English : he stayed on in Paris , and in two months the comtesse found it necessary to write to Lady Hornbury as follows : - " What shall we do now ? " said Lady Horn- head over heels in love ...
... received him in French , and he responded in English : he stayed on in Paris , and in two months the comtesse found it necessary to write to Lady Hornbury as follows : - " What shall we do now ? " said Lady Horn- head over heels in love ...
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... received the following telegram : - " D'Aurilliac , Rue St. Honoré , Paris , to Lady Hornbury , Portland Place , London . Come instantly . Frightful trouble about Edith . " " What on earth is the matter now ? " said Sir John . " I can't ...
... received the following telegram : - " D'Aurilliac , Rue St. Honoré , Paris , to Lady Hornbury , Portland Place , London . Come instantly . Frightful trouble about Edith . " " What on earth is the matter now ? " said Sir John . " I can't ...
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... received as a nephew of Sir John's and heir to the baronetcy at Sir John's death , drawing such money as should be decided on from the estates . The marriage was to be immediately announced , and Sir John was at once to be told to do so ...
... received as a nephew of Sir John's and heir to the baronetcy at Sir John's death , drawing such money as should be decided on from the estates . The marriage was to be immediately announced , and Sir John was at once to be told to do so ...
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Ackbar arms beautiful bell blessing Boufflers brow Bruges called Charles of Blois Charon Chemung County Coralie countess cried dark daughter dear death door duke earth Edith eyes fair father fear feel fire gaze Ginx's Baby girl give grand chamberlain hand happy Harz head hear heard heart heaven honour hour husband J. G. LOCKHART Jan Dirk Peereboom king Lady Hornbury Lama laugh light live look Lord Louis of Spain Lumberton Madame marriage marry Menippus mind morning mother nature never night o'er once PANC passed poor Pugwash replied Rocroy round scene seemed seen SGAN SGANARELLE Sir John smile soul speak spirit Stalman stood strange stranger sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion took turned voice Waldeck Walter Manny wife woman word young Zerinda
Popular passages
Page 49 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Page 282 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 105 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 49 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings; Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 371 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Page 372 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Page 372 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one...
Page 350 - The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the tops of the hills. You friendly Earth, how far do you go, With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow, With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles?
Page 350 - Ah! you are so great, and I am so small, I tremble to think of you, World, at all; And yet, when I said my prayers to-day, A whisper inside me seemed to say, "You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot: You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!
Page 168 - And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames. And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. From the fixed place of Heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce, Through all the Worlds.