The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Том 24Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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... eyes . Perhaps the mournful tones of his voice reassured him , or he also read the dark signs of fate in the faded features that had made the gamblers shudder ; he released his hands , but , with a touch of caution , due to the ...
... eyes . Perhaps the mournful tones of his voice reassured him , or he also read the dark signs of fate in the faded features that had made the gamblers shudder ; he released his hands , but , with a touch of caution , due to the ...
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... eyes aflame . " I am as faithful as a dog , and this is all I get ! God Almighty ! She burst into tears and dropped down into the great chair , a tragical movement which wrought a most disastrous revulsion in Pons . " Very good , " she ...
... eyes aflame . " I am as faithful as a dog , and this is all I get ! God Almighty ! She burst into tears and dropped down into the great chair , a tragical movement which wrought a most disastrous revulsion in Pons . " Very good , " she ...
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... eyes grew dull . " I would not give more than a hundred thousand francs myself for the collection . You cannot tell how long you may keep a thing on hand . . . . There are masterpieces that wait ten years for a buyer , and meanwhile the ...
... eyes grew dull . " I would not give more than a hundred thousand francs myself for the collection . You cannot tell how long you may keep a thing on hand . . . . There are masterpieces that wait ten years for a buyer , and meanwhile the ...
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... eyes ; his strength failed him ; he fell fainting upon the polished floor . So heavy was the swoon that for two hours he lay as he fell , till Schmucke awoke and went to see his friend , and found him lying unconscious in the salon ...
... eyes ; his strength failed him ; he fell fainting upon the polished floor . So heavy was the swoon that for two hours he lay as he fell , till Schmucke awoke and went to see his friend , and found him lying unconscious in the salon ...
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... eyes before I go ; you know nothing of life . . . . Somebody has taken away eight of the pictures , and they were worth a great deal of money . " " Vorgif me - I sold dem . " " You sold them ? " 66 court Yes , I , " said poor Schmucke ...
... eyes before I go ; you know nothing of life . . . . Somebody has taken away eight of the pictures , and they were worth a great deal of money . " " Vorgif me - I sold dem . " " You sold them ? " 66 court Yes , I , " said poor Schmucke ...
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Adrienne ALFRED TENNYSON answered Arthur Dimmesdale asked bandolining Bantornyi beautiful bells better breath canon Caudle Chateau d'If child Cibot Cleopatra colonel Consuelo cried curate Dantes dark dear death Djalma door Dorcas dream Ellen eyes face fancy father fear feeling felt Fraisier gentleman hand happiness head hear heard heart Heaven Hester Prynne hope hour Jane Jefferson Brick Joseph Kardouon knew La Cibot Lady Hester Lady Hester Stanhope laugh leave light lips listened live Lockman looked Magus Malvin Martin Meïamoun mind never Nevermore night once passed Pons poor Rémonencq replied returned Reuben Rochester rock Schmucke seemed sleep smile soul stood sure tell THEOPHILE GAUTIER thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought thousand francs told took tree turned voice wish woman words Xailoun young lord
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Страница 140 - 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!
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Страница 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.
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