The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Том 17Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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... 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 emotions , staking a ...
... 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 emotions , staking a ...
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... 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 death , could play with his very Soul , his Animula , & c . , and regret that it could be no longer com ...
... 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 death , could play with his very Soul , his Animula , & c . , and regret that it could be no longer com ...
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... horses ; the men of Hornsey rushed into the road to seize the fugitive ; and women held up their babes to catch a glimpse of the flying cavalcade , which seemed to gain number and animation as it advanced . Suddenly three horsemen ap ...
... horses ; the men of Hornsey rushed into the road to seize the fugitive ; and women held up their babes to catch a glimpse of the flying cavalcade , which seemed to gain number and animation as it advanced . Suddenly three horsemen ap ...
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... horse . " Open the gate , fellow , and be expeditious , " shouted the chief constable . " Not I , " said the man , sturdily , " unless I get my dues . I've been done once already . But strike me stupid if I'm done a second time ...
... horse . " Open the gate , fellow , and be expeditious , " shouted the chief constable . " Not I , " said the man , sturdily , " unless I get my dues . I've been done once already . But strike me stupid if I'm done a second time ...
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... horse and her rider . Dick merrily responded to their clamor as he flew past , and laughed at the brickbats that ... horses , now thoroughly warmed , had got into their paces , and did their work beauti- fully . None of Coates ' party ...
... horse and her rider . Dick merrily responded to their clamor as he flew past , and laughed at the brickbats that ... horses , now thoroughly warmed , had got into their paces , and did their work beauti- fully . None of Coates ' party ...
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Adams answer Aurangzeb beauty better black crows blessing born brother called captain character Colonel COUNTESS OF BUTE creature cried Cunegund Davers dear dearest love desire Dick Dick Turpin door Dupleix earth endeavored English eyes face father fear gentleman George George Warrington give Gogol hand happy hear heard heart highwayman Hindu honor hope horse hour human Indian insulted Jackey Jewkes Joseph Andrews king lady ladyship liberty live look Lord Lord Bute madam Marathas MARK AKENSIDE master means mind Montesquieu nature never night o'er Pamela Pangloss passed passion philosopher pity pleasure poor prince qu'il reason replied russe sentiment soul speak Spirit of Laws sword Tarass Boulba taxes tell thee things THOMAS GRAY thou art thought tion took truth Turpin vex'd virtue voice wench whole wish woman word wretched young
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