The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with biographical and explanatory notes, ed. by R. Garnett, L. Vallée, A. Brandl. Imperial ed, Том 17Richard Garnett 1899 |
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... pleasure- seekers drove horses to death in order to feel the madness of a swift night drive over the snow , as they went to where the gipsies were ready to shout their hoarse songs of passion , returning later to seek for still stronger ...
... pleasure- seekers drove horses to death in order to feel the madness of a swift night drive over the snow , as they went to where the gipsies were ready to shout their hoarse songs of passion , returning later to seek for still stronger ...
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... Pleasures at our Heels in vain calling after us , to give a con- stant Preference to the Business of the Day , and yet be able to laugh while we are about it , to make even Society the subser- vient Reward of it , is a State of ...
... Pleasures at our Heels in vain calling after us , to give a con- stant Preference to the Business of the Day , and yet be able to laugh while we are about it , to make even Society the subser- vient Reward of it , is a State of ...
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... pleasure in playing at Even or Odd with his Children , or Agesilaus divert himself in riding the Hobby - horse with them , am I obliged to be as eminent as either of them before I am as frolicsome ? If the Emperor Adrian , near his ...
... pleasure in playing at Even or Odd with his Children , or Agesilaus divert himself in riding the Hobby - horse with them , am I obliged to be as eminent as either of them before I am as frolicsome ? If the Emperor Adrian , near his ...
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... Pleasure in writing his Verses than I have in read- ing them , though I sometimes find myself there ( as Shakespeare terms it ) dispraisingly spoken of : If he is a little free with me , I am generally in good Company , he is as blunt ...
... Pleasure in writing his Verses than I have in read- ing them , though I sometimes find myself there ( as Shakespeare terms it ) dispraisingly spoken of : If he is a little free with me , I am generally in good Company , he is as blunt ...
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... pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave , With pliant arm , thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which enthrall ? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed , Or urge the flying ball ? VOL . XVII . - 6 ...
... pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave , With pliant arm , thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which enthrall ? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed , Or urge the flying ball ? VOL . XVII . - 6 ...
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