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... look dangerous, like a feral animal or a predator on the hunt. Made him look alert and watchful even when he wasn't, and never failed to get attention from whoever was near him. And, like every other time those incredible eyes fixed on ...
... look dangerous, like a feral animal or a predator on the hunt. Made him look alert and watchful even when he wasn't, and never failed to get attention from whoever was near him. And, like every other time those incredible eyes fixed on ...
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... look at ways to do this , ways to extend our limited dollars , and I urge the task force to look harder at this question and perhaps appeal to the Forest Service and their particular expertise in their labora- tories in Wisconsin to try ...
... look at ways to do this , ways to extend our limited dollars , and I urge the task force to look harder at this question and perhaps appeal to the Forest Service and their particular expertise in their labora- tories in Wisconsin to try ...
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... looks like any boy who ever smiled for a grandmother. Nicholas is the one who always looks like Nicholas. This is the ... look through, his eyelash space, so that he could see what he looked like with his eyes closed. Nicholas used to do ...
... looks like any boy who ever smiled for a grandmother. Nicholas is the one who always looks like Nicholas. This is the ... look through, his eyelash space, so that he could see what he looked like with his eyes closed. Nicholas used to do ...
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... look mad or upset. He doesn't look anything, just blank. He says, I see you staring all the time. I say, You sit in front of me and I'm just looking that way because Mrs. Ferguson is talking. He doesn't say anything. For a couple ...
... look mad or upset. He doesn't look anything, just blank. He says, I see you staring all the time. I say, You sit in front of me and I'm just looking that way because Mrs. Ferguson is talking. He doesn't say anything. For a couple ...
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... look at this posse comitatus . We also have to look at it because we could have situations where enormous numbers of our citizens could be put in harm's way by some disaster , and the military folks who remain nearby could come in and ...
... look at this posse comitatus . We also have to look at it because we could have situations where enormous numbers of our citizens could be put in harm's way by some disaster , and the military folks who remain nearby could come in and ...
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Страница 46 - From each she nicely culls with curious Toil, And decks the Goddess with the glitt'ring Spoil. This Casket India's glowing Gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder Box. The Tortoise here and Elephant unite, Transform'd to Combs, the speckled and the white.
Страница 43 - Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs Nature meant but fools. In search of wit these lose their common sense, And then turn critics in their own defence : Each burns alike, who can, or cannot write, Or with a rival's or an eunuch's spite.
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Страница 49 - Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please, With too much spirit to be e'er at ease, With too much quickness ever to be taught, With too much thinking to have common thought: Who purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Страница 46 - The inferior priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling begins the sacred rites of pride. Unnumbered treasures ope at once, and here The various offerings of the world appear; From each she nicely culls with curious toil And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil.
Страница 47 - Transformed to combs, the speckled, and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, powders, patches, Bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care, These set the head, and those divide the hair, Some fold the sleeve,...
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Страница 48 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke;) " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one 's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Страница 43 - Her tongue bewitch'd as oddly as her eyes, Less wit than mimic, more a wit than wise ; Strange graces still, and stranger flights she had, Was just not ugly, and was just not mad ; Yet ne'er so sure our passion to create, As when she touch'd the brink of all we hate.