Readings from the best authors, ed. by A.H. Bryce, Issue 10Archibald Hamilton Bryce 1862 |
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... hands with great seriousness . The ante - chambers were crowded all night with lords and privy councillors . He ... hand of his earliest friend , and pressed it tenderly to his heart . In that moment , no doubt , all that had cast a ...
... hands with great seriousness . The ante - chambers were crowded all night with lords and privy councillors . He ... hand of his earliest friend , and pressed it tenderly to his heart . In that moment , no doubt , all that had cast a ...
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... hand of him whom she loved too well , was , a few years ago , still discern- ible on a tree in the adjoining park . III . - GEORGE THE THIRD . ( W. M. THACKERAY . ) His novels , William Makepeace Thackeray was born in Calcutta in 1811 ...
... hand of him whom she loved too well , was , a few years ago , still discern- ible on a tree in the adjoining park . III . - GEORGE THE THIRD . ( W. M. THACKERAY . ) His novels , William Makepeace Thackeray was born in Calcutta in 1811 ...
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... hands were out of the strait waistcoat , they took up the pen and the plan which had engaged him up to the moment of his malady . I believe , it is by persons believing themselves in the right , that nine - tenths of the tyranny of this ...
... hands were out of the strait waistcoat , they took up the pen and the plan which had engaged him up to the moment of his malady . I believe , it is by persons believing themselves in the right , that nine - tenths of the tyranny of this ...
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... hand together as we stand by this royal corpse , and call a truce to battle ! Low he lies to whom the proudest used to kneel once , and who was cast lower than the poorest ; dead , whom millions prayed for in vain . Driven off his ...
... hand together as we stand by this royal corpse , and call a truce to battle ! Low he lies to whom the proudest used to kneel once , and who was cast lower than the poorest ; dead , whom millions prayed for in vain . Driven off his ...
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... hands ; several times putting out her head to see yet again this palace of her fathers , whither she was to return no more . She motioned her regret , her gratitude to the good nation , which was crowding here to bid her farewell . Then ...
... hands ; several times putting out her head to see yet again this palace of her fathers , whither she was to return no more . She motioned her regret , her gratitude to the good nation , which was crowding here to bid her farewell . Then ...
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Page 297 - Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Page 281 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
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Page 252 - Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 281 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason ? I am a Jew...
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Page 237 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...