The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Volumen 24Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, Limited, 1899 |
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... Cibot had taken up her station behind the bed to make signals unobserved . Pons thought that she had left the " She is murdering me , " he added . room . " What is that ? I am murdering you , am I ? " cried La Cibot , suddenly appearing ...
... Cibot had taken up her station behind the bed to make signals unobserved . Pons thought that she had left the " She is murdering me , " he added . room . " What is that ? I am murdering you , am I ? " cried La Cibot , suddenly appearing ...
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... Cibot and put an arm round her waist — " haf batience . " - " As for you , you are an angel , I could kiss the ground you tread upon , " said she . " But M. Pons never liked me , he always hated me . Besides , he thinks perhaps that I ...
... Cibot and put an arm round her waist — " haf batience . " - " As for you , you are an angel , I could kiss the ground you tread upon , " said she . " But M. Pons never liked me , he always hated me . Besides , he thinks perhaps that I ...
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... Cibot and kissed the tormentor's hands . 66 La Cibot raised Schmucke and kissed him on the forehead . Listen , my lamb , " said she ; " here is Cibot ill in bed ; I have just sent for Dr. Poulain . So I ought to set my affairs in order ...
... Cibot and kissed the tormentor's hands . 66 La Cibot raised Schmucke and kissed him on the forehead . Listen , my lamb , " said she ; " here is Cibot ill in bed ; I have just sent for Dr. Poulain . So I ought to set my affairs in order ...
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... Cibot went down to the court , and that very day at seven o'clock she called to Schmucke . Schmucke found him- self confronted with M. Tabareau the bailiff , who called upon him to pay . Schmucke made answer , trembling from head to ...
... Cibot went down to the court , and that very day at seven o'clock she called to Schmucke . Schmucke found him- self confronted with M. Tabareau the bailiff , who called upon him to pay . Schmucke made answer , trembling from head to ...
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... Cibot with him , under pre- tense of settling accounts . But he pleaded poverty , he found fault with the pictures , they needed rebacking , he offered La Cibot thirty thousand francs by way of commission , and finally dazzled her with ...
... Cibot with him , under pre- tense of settling accounts . But he pleaded poverty , he found fault with the pictures , they needed rebacking , he offered La Cibot thirty thousand francs by way of commission , and finally dazzled her with ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adrienne ALFRED TENNYSON answered Arthur Dimmesdale asked bandolining beautiful bells better breath Brunt canon Chateau d'If child Cibot Cleopatra colonel Consuelo cried curate Dantes dark dead dear death Djalma door Dorcas dream Ellen eyes face fancy father fear feeling felt Fraisier gentleman give hand happiness head hear heard heart heaven Hester Prynne hope hour Jane Jefferson Brick Kardouon La Cibot Lady Hester Stanhope laugh leave light lips listened live Lockman look Mademoiselle de Cardoville Martin Meïamoun mind missis morning Mugby Junction never night once passed Pons poor Rawdon replied Reuben scarlet letter Schaunard Schmucke seemed sleep smile Sniff soul stood sure tears tell thee THEOPHILE GAUTIER things THOMAS HOOD thou thought told trembling turned voice wish woman words Xailoun young lord
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Página 373 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Página 372 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Página 226 - WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread, — • Stitch— stitch— stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the "Song of the Shirt!
Página 406 - THERE is no flock , however watched and tended , But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Página 142 - During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Página 224 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family— Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother?
Página 138 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— On this home by Horror haunted— tell me truly, I implore: Is there— is there balm in Gilead?— tell me— tell me, I implore!
Página 405 - She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms ! And lo ! from the assembled crowd There rose a shout, prolonged and loud, That to the ocean seemed to say, 'Take her, O bridegroom, old and gray, Take her to thy protecting arms, With all her youth and all her charms...
Página 224 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night.
Página 224 - Mad from Life's history, Glad to Death's mystery, Swift to be hurled— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly.