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Página 62
... thou art , s and wherever thy native country , * envy me not the scanty space of ground " which covers my ashes ! " Alas ! said I , turning aside , it is not worth while to be a * conqueror . - MARMONTEL . с THE RHINE . 82. I have often ...
... thou art , s and wherever thy native country , * envy me not the scanty space of ground " which covers my ashes ! " Alas ! said I , turning aside , it is not worth while to be a * conqueror . - MARMONTEL . с THE RHINE . 82. I have often ...
Página 133
... thou shalt pass it in a dungeon . " 171. Accordingly he took boat with his captive , intending to transport him across the lake to Kuss- nacht in Schroytz , in defiance of the common right of the district , which provided its natives ...
... thou shalt pass it in a dungeon . " 171. Accordingly he took boat with his captive , intending to transport him across the lake to Kuss- nacht in Schroytz , in defiance of the common right of the district , which provided its natives ...
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... thou- sands and thousands of systems , each enlightened by its sun and stars , extending through the immensity of space . From the nearest of these stars or suns , our distance is not less than thirty - seven billions of miles ; and ...
... thou- sands and thousands of systems , each enlightened by its sun and stars , extending through the immensity of space . From the nearest of these stars or suns , our distance is not less than thirty - seven billions of miles ; and ...
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... thou no more spirit than to mind an old fellow a thousand miles off ? STANHOPE . — If I don't mind his orders , he won't mind my draughts ? ENGLISHMAN . — What , does the old prig threaten , then ? -threatened folks live long : never ...
... thou no more spirit than to mind an old fellow a thousand miles off ? STANHOPE . — If I don't mind his orders , he won't mind my draughts ? ENGLISHMAN . — What , does the old prig threaten , then ? -threatened folks live long : never ...
Página 167
... devilish odd one , Stanhope . All the morning with thy dry- nurse ; all the evening in formal , fine company ; and all day long afraid of old daddy in England . Thou art a queer fellow , and I am afraid there's THIRD PART . 167.
... devilish odd one , Stanhope . All the morning with thy dry- nurse ; all the evening in formal , fine company ; and all day long afraid of old daddy in England . Thou art a queer fellow , and I am afraid there's THIRD PART . 167.
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Términos y frases comunes
admirable Algiers appeared army artillery autres avait avant avoir batteries battle BATTLE OF LODI BATTLE OF SOBRAON beautiful BOMBARDMENT OF ALGIERS Bossuet C'est Carthage castle celebrated chamois Charles Cologne command Constantinople d'une daring dear death defile Emperor empire enemy England English été être Europe faire fait feet fire France French language Gellert genius glory Goletta grand guns Gustavus head heaven hommes honour horse houses hundred jamais jour Kasbah king l'on LADY lake language Lord Lord Exmouth Louis XIV madam manière ment military mind Molière morning mountains Napoleon never Nickleby night Notice ordres passed passion pendant qu'elle qu'il qu'on quelques Ralph reign Rhine river rock ruins Russian scene Sir Peter snow soldiers Teazle temps thou tout towers town troops Tunis Turenne Vaucluse victory Voltaire walls young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 207 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 205 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Página 196 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Página 203 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Página 206 - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign ; As man ere long and this new world shall know.
Página 185 - This, madam, was your situation; and what have I done for you? I have made you a woman of fashion. of fortune, of rank — in short, I have made you my wife.
Página 197 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 169 - I CONSIDER a human soul without education like marble in the quarry, which shows none of its inherent beauties; until the skill of the polisher fetches out the colours, makes the surface shine, and discovers every ornamental cloud, spot, and vein that runs through the body of it.
Página 202 - Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound ; Content to breathe his native air In his own ground.
Página 204 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...