Baron Leo Von Oberg, M.D.: A Story of Love UnspokenLoring, 1868 - 92 страници |
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... hills , winds a river frequently low , but its banks always charming to look at . The little town lies on the right bank , and I need hardly describe it at great length , since travellers in this lovely little coun- try know , as well ...
... hills , winds a river frequently low , but its banks always charming to look at . The little town lies on the right bank , and I need hardly describe it at great length , since travellers in this lovely little coun- try know , as well ...
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... hills beyond . What passed in my heart ? - God alone knows it . But it was no roseate gleam of hope , no intoxi- cating dream of castles in the air , which but too frequently cause young men of my age to forget the stern reality of life ...
... hills beyond . What passed in my heart ? - God alone knows it . But it was no roseate gleam of hope , no intoxi- cating dream of castles in the air , which but too frequently cause young men of my age to forget the stern reality of life ...
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... hill slowly , and the air being very op- pressive , I arrived at the establishment much fatigued . On inquiring for Count Rastimsky , I was told that he was absent ; he had been in his room but a little while before nightfall , and gone ...
... hill slowly , and the air being very op- pressive , I arrived at the establishment much fatigued . On inquiring for Count Rastimsky , I was told that he was absent ; he had been in his room but a little while before nightfall , and gone ...
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... hills ; but it was a scene to look at and They went from place to place slowly , travel- live on rather than to talk about . At least it was ling always by easy stages , pausing wherever they this to her . His feelings , probably , were ...
... hills ; but it was a scene to look at and They went from place to place slowly , travel- live on rather than to talk about . At least it was ling always by easy stages , pausing wherever they this to her . His feelings , probably , were ...
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... hills were now be- come the props of the rental ; their lives being valuable , their comfort was heeded ; no ejectments for them ! belonged to the faithful clansmen and the tenants ; he who ran might shoot . The venison was for the ...
... hills were now be- come the props of the rental ; their lives being valuable , their comfort was heeded ; no ejectments for them ! belonged to the faithful clansmen and the tenants ; he who ran might shoot . The venison was for the ...
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Страница 51 - Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away!
Страница 43 - Kilmeny gaed up the glen ; But it wasna to meet Duneira's men, Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see, For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be. It was only to hear the Yorlin sing, And pu...
Страница 3 - It's no in titles nor in rank ; It's no in wealth like Lon'on Bank, To purchase peace and rest ; It's no in makin muckle mair: It's no in books ; it's no in lear, To make us truly blest : If Happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy...
Страница 50 - O ye maun pu' the green heather, And mak a bed to me." — O pu'd has he the heather green, And made to her a bed ; And up he has ta'en his gay mantle, And o'er it he has spread. " Now swear, now swear, ye King Henrie, To take me for your bride !" — " O God forbid," King Henrie said, " That e'er the like betide ! That e'er the fiend that wons in hell Should streak down by my side.
Страница 3 - It's no in makin muckle mair ; It's no in books ; it's no in lear, To make us truly blest ; If happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay That makes us right or wrang.
Страница 26 - I was also refused the money allowed to professors for a nine-months' vacation after a service of six years. Yet I had served seven years. So the long and the short of the matter is that after having worked during thirteen years for Japan, and sacrificed everything for Japan, I have been only driven out of the service, and practically banished from the country. For while the politico-religious combination that has engineered this matter remains in unbroken power, I could not hold any position in...
Страница 116 - An' now, auld Cloots, I ken ye're thinkin, A certain Bardie's rantin, drinkin, Some luckless hour will send him linkin, To your black pit ; But, faith ! he'll turn a corner jinkin, An' cheat you yet. But, fare you weel, auld Nickie-ben ! O wad ye tak a thought an...
Страница 50 - She eat him a' up, skin and bane, Left naething but hide and hair. " Mair meat, mair meat, ye King Henrie ! " Mair meat ye gie to me !"
Страница 50 - Her head touch'd the roof-tree of the house : Her middle ye weel mot span : Each frighted huntsman fled the ha', And left the King alane. Her teeth were a...
Страница 138 - THE moon was a-waning, The tempest was over ; Fair was the maiden, And fond was the lover ; But the snow was so deep, That his heart it grew weary, And he sunk down to sleep, In the moorland so dreary. Soft was the bed She had made for her lover, White were the sheets And...