Forty years in the world; or, Sketches and tales of a soldier's life, by the author of Fifteen years in India, Том 3 |
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... seat , from time immemorial ; thou canst not conceive the antiquity it indicates , unless thou wert here to see the changes it hath undergone with the passing centuries , and mutations of man- ners , from the castellated turret , down ...
... seat , from time immemorial ; thou canst not conceive the antiquity it indicates , unless thou wert here to see the changes it hath undergone with the passing centuries , and mutations of man- ners , from the castellated turret , down ...
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... seat of thought with gloom and fear . Her mother at last discovered that she had received let- ters from William , and had written to him ; and it was also found that the false - hearted rascal - for I must descend to call him so - was ...
... seat of thought with gloom and fear . Her mother at last discovered that she had received let- ters from William , and had written to him ; and it was also found that the false - hearted rascal - for I must descend to call him so - was ...
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... seat of Arden Hall . To describe it would add but little to the interest of what I have to say . It is enough for my purpose to mention , that it is large and comfortable , tastefully decorated , situ- VOL . III . F never saw , ated in ...
... seat of Arden Hall . To describe it would add but little to the interest of what I have to say . It is enough for my purpose to mention , that it is large and comfortable , tastefully decorated , situ- VOL . III . F never saw , ated in ...
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... seat of his ancestors , whence he often wrote to me , describing the charms of his young wife , and the felicities of his union , in the language of rapture . At length my regiment re- turned from India , and — as junior Major , it was ...
... seat of his ancestors , whence he often wrote to me , describing the charms of his young wife , and the felicities of his union , in the language of rapture . At length my regiment re- turned from India , and — as junior Major , it was ...
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... seats . Shelah chooses her favourite tune : the fiddler plays as fast as he is able to bow , and Paddy and his partner jump as high as ever they can , and introduce as many changes of their feet and postures as Irish invention and ...
... seats . Shelah chooses her favourite tune : the fiddler plays as fast as he is able to bow , and Paddy and his partner jump as high as ever they can , and introduce as many changes of their feet and postures as Irish invention and ...
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Ailech amusing appeared Arden Hall Barber of Seville battle of Waterloo beautiful Bridgewater Canal Catholics character Charlotte charming cheer chillum Cluricaune coach comfortable countenance daughter dear Dublin effect Ellen Emma England excite face fair lady fancy father feel felt Fermoy fortune gaze gentleman girl grief hand happy hear heard heart honour hope horrible human Indra interest Ireland Irish Jack labour Lady Constantia Lady Emily Lionel live Liverpool Lodge London look Lord Conamore Luxana Magiveragin Malcom Malony marriage melancholy ment Mick mind Molly mother Mulgatawny Nabob nature never Newry news-room night Northwich Paddy parlour passed pleasure poor received respect round scene Shelah shilling Sir Bagnall Moncey Sir Harry sisters smiling soon sorrow soul spirit sweet tell thee thing thou thought tion tumulus wealth whilst wife Wilford wish young
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Страница 250 - Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains, Winning from Reason's hand the reins, Pity and woe ! for such a mind Is soft, contemplative, and kind ; And woe to those who train such youth, And spare to press the rights of truth...
Страница 175 - And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence ? How the dear object from the crime remove, Or how distinguish penitence from love ? Unequal task ! a passion to resign, For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine. Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state, How often must it love, how often hate ! How often hope, despair, resent, regret, Conceal, disdain, — do all things but forget.
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