The Merchant's Clerk: And Other TalesHarper & Brothers, 1836 - 366 Seiten |
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... cold and bitter - the aspect of things without , in short , most melancholy and cheerless . " There are one or two poor souls , " thought I , with a sigh , as I stepped from the desk at which I had been occupied in writing for more than ...
... cold and bitter - the aspect of things without , in short , most melancholy and cheerless . " There are one or two poor souls , " thought I , with a sigh , as I stepped from the desk at which I had been occupied in writing for more than ...
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... cold as a corpse's . Why , Molly , what- what nonsense . " He chucked her under the chin . " You're trying to frighten me , Molly , I know you are ! ah - ha ! " He grew more and more alarmed at her deadly paleness and apparent ...
... cold as a corpse's . Why , Molly , what- what nonsense . " He chucked her under the chin . " You're trying to frighten me , Molly , I know you are ! ah - ha ! " He grew more and more alarmed at her deadly paleness and apparent ...
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... cold- ly - absently - as it were , mechanically . Placing upon his forehead the silk shade which my wife had sent to him , at my request , the day before , as well to relieve his eyes , as to conceal their troubled expres- sion , he ...
... cold- ly - absently - as it were , mechanically . Placing upon his forehead the silk shade which my wife had sent to him , at my request , the day before , as well to relieve his eyes , as to conceal their troubled expres- sion , he ...
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... cold undazzled eye from the mournful image of him whose death had purchased them ; and what could she see in her too late repentant father , but his murderer ? END OF THE MERCHANT'S CLERK . THE WAGONER . King John . On yon young boy THE ...
... cold undazzled eye from the mournful image of him whose death had purchased them ; and what could she see in her too late repentant father , but his murderer ? END OF THE MERCHANT'S CLERK . THE WAGONER . King John . On yon young boy THE ...
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... must go on ! Lord , Lord , how bitter cold it is ! " He laid his whip across the shafts of the wagon , and stood still , slapping his hands against his sides for " warmth . By the time he had done , THE WAGONER . 135.
... must go on ! Lord , Lord , how bitter cold it is ! " He laid his whip across the shafts of the wagon , and stood still , slapping his hands against his sides for " warmth . By the time he had done , THE WAGONER . 135.
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agitation arms baronet Bill Fowler Bloomsbury Square bracelet Bullion House Carl Carl's carriage chair coach companion continued counting house daughter dear Dick door dreadful Drysalt Ebury exclaimed eyes father fearful feelings fell fellow felt Forster gasped guineas hand head hear heard heart highwaymen Hillary's honour horse hour hurried husband inquired instantly lady length letter lips looked Lord Scamp Lord Squander lordship ma'am magistrate matter Mincing Lane mind Miss Hillary monk morning never Newfoundland dog night o'clock Old Bailey opened Oxleigh paused pistol poor Elliott PORCELLIAN CLUB present prisoner pugilism replied scarce scene seat seemed servant silence Sir Diggory Sir William Gwynne sitting soon stairs stood stranger suddenly sure tell thee thing thought tion tone Topknot trembling turned uttered voice wagoner walked whispered wife William Fowler words worship wretched
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 349 - Through the high wood echoing shrill: Sometime walking, not unseen, By Hedge-row Elms, on Hillocks green, Right against the Eastern gate Where the great Sun begins his state...
Seite 115 - It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Seite 9 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Seite 349 - Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, ' Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Seite 288 - For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And, though a late, a sure reward succeeds.