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Side 20
... turned away , the soldier said to his officer that he would " make him repent it . ” This , wearing the shape of a menace , naturally rekindled the officer's anger , and intercepted any disposition which might be rising within him ...
... turned away , the soldier said to his officer that he would " make him repent it . ” This , wearing the shape of a menace , naturally rekindled the officer's anger , and intercepted any disposition which might be rising within him ...
Side 23
... turned to the old man , with a lovely smile upon her face- such , they said , as they had never seen , and never could forget- and clung with both her arms about his neck . She had never murmured or complained , but with a quiet mind ...
... turned to the old man , with a lovely smile upon her face- such , they said , as they had never seen , and never could forget- and clung with both her arms about his neck . She had never murmured or complained , but with a quiet mind ...
Side 25
... are humbled in the dust before them , then with tranquil and submissive hearts they turned away , and left the child with God . DICKENS . THE PRINCE AND THE WIDOW . And the mouldings wrought DEATH OF LITTLE NELL , 25.
... are humbled in the dust before them , then with tranquil and submissive hearts they turned away , and left the child with God . DICKENS . THE PRINCE AND THE WIDOW . And the mouldings wrought DEATH OF LITTLE NELL , 25.
Side 26
... turning round , work On each tall and slender shaft . Sudden glimpses of trees waving , With a freshness to the eye , Came through pillared courts all open To the soft blue summer sky ; And around it were sweet gardens , Sunny clumps of ...
... turning round , work On each tall and slender shaft . Sudden glimpses of trees waving , With a freshness to the eye , Came through pillared courts all open To the soft blue summer sky ; And around it were sweet gardens , Sunny clumps of ...
Side 42
... turned towards the white placid face of the figure now stretched in everlasting rest ; and , without lamentations , save the silent lamentations of the resigned soul , we stood around the DEATH - BED OF THE ELDER . WILSON ...
... turned towards the white placid face of the figure now stretched in everlasting rest ; and , without lamentations , save the silent lamentations of the resigned soul , we stood around the DEATH - BED OF THE ELDER . WILSON ...
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Almindelige termer og sætninger
ancient animals appeared arms battle bear beauty beneath blood body brow called cause close dark dead death deep earth East enemy entered face fall fear feel feet fell field fire followed gave give glory hand head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour houses human hundred Italy king land length light living look Lord mark miles morning mountain nature never night noble o'er once passed plain present reached rest rise rock Rome round scene seemed seen ships shore side sight sleep smile soon sound stand stood streets tell thee thing thou thought thousand town trees turned valley voice walls wave whole wild wind wonderful
Populære passager
Side 397 - I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Side 363 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Side 302 - We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Side 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Side 363 - To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.
Side 317 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Side 317 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Side 47 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Side 364 - twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Side 95 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.