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... triumph was drowned by the noise of the postil- lion's bugle , as we dashed into the court- yard of the inn of Addlesberg . Troops of the Illyrian peasantry , in BOLDO'S STORY . " C'est bien - c'est tres bien 18 [ Jan. , Notes by the Road .
... triumph was drowned by the noise of the postil- lion's bugle , as we dashed into the court- yard of the inn of Addlesberg . Troops of the Illyrian peasantry , in BOLDO'S STORY . " C'est bien - c'est tres bien 18 [ Jan. , Notes by the Road .
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... Boldo that was the guide's name and myself in front , and Monsieur le Count with Cameron behind , when we came to where the path on a sudden ended in the face of a high mountain ; -so high that in the twilight neither Cameron , nor ...
... Boldo that was the guide's name and myself in front , and Monsieur le Count with Cameron behind , when we came to where the path on a sudden ended in the face of a high mountain ; -so high that in the twilight neither Cameron , nor ...
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... Boldo's torch glared redly on the side that was nearest us ; the lamps upon the bridge sent up a reflected ray , that wavered dazzlingly on the fretting of the roof : -but to the right and to the left , dark subterranean night shut up ...
... Boldo's torch glared redly on the side that was nearest us ; the lamps upon the bridge sent up a reflected ray , that wavered dazzlingly on the fretting of the roof : -but to the right and to the left , dark subterranean night shut up ...
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BOLDO'S STORY . " C'est bien - c'est tres bien ! " said Le she would dream of the column of fire Count . * Nothing can be richer than the verdure of the. " Once a year , " said he , " the pea- santry come to the cavern to be merry ; -for ...
BOLDO'S STORY . " C'est bien - c'est tres bien ! " said Le she would dream of the column of fire Count . * Nothing can be richer than the verdure of the. " Once a year , " said he , " the pea- santry come to the cavern to be merry ; -for ...
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... Boldo drew his coat sleeve over his eyes . For one mo- ment - one little moment - his heart was in his mountain home . Monsieur le Count , who was old and unmarried , drew a long breath . Boldo thrust the end of his torch deep- er in ...
... Boldo drew his coat sleeve over his eyes . For one mo- ment - one little moment - his heart was in his mountain home . Monsieur le Count , who was old and unmarried , drew a long breath . Boldo thrust the end of his torch deep- er in ...
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Page 133 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Page 64 - IT is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in — glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.
Page 122 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale...
Page 81 - There is a gentle Nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream: Sabrina is her name: a virgin pure; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame, Guendolen, Commended her fair innocence to the flood That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course.
Page 10 - The two high contracting parties agree to cede and renounce all their rights, claims, and pretensions to the Territories described by the said line; that is to say: the United States hereby cede to his Catholic Majesty, and renounce forever, all their rights, claims, and pretensions to the Territories lying west and south of the above-described line...
Page 389 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 49 - Now there was a day when the sons of GOD came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan came also among them. And the LORD said unto Satan, Whence comest thou ? Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.
Page 389 - how the world wags ; 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 162 - THERE is in souls a sympathy with sounds, And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave, Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touched within us, and the heart replies.
Page 95 - The sun, that was still labouring pale and wan through the sky, obscured by thick mists, seemed an emblem of the good cause; and the cold dank drops of dew, that hung half melted on the beard of the thistle, had something genial and refreshing in them; for there was a spirit of hope and youth in all nature, that turned everything into good.