New Quarterly Review; Or, Home, Foreign and Colonial Journal, Том 81847 |
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... heart , and then very quietly laid down to sleep ! Of course in the morning no little stir took place . Tonquin was accused , but stoutly denied the charge . So satisfied , however , was the owner of the house of the guilt of the real ...
... heart , and then very quietly laid down to sleep ! Of course in the morning no little stir took place . Tonquin was accused , but stoutly denied the charge . So satisfied , however , was the owner of the house of the guilt of the real ...
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... heart or imagination of man could desire . Her full lips , when parted with a smile , disclosed teeth of a dazzling whiteness ; and when her rosy mouth opened with a burst of merri- ment , they looked like the milk - white seeds of the ...
... heart or imagination of man could desire . Her full lips , when parted with a smile , disclosed teeth of a dazzling whiteness ; and when her rosy mouth opened with a burst of merri- ment , they looked like the milk - white seeds of the ...
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... heart " in the character of its perpe- trator , in the same manner that it has never been considered that an act of drunkenness is particularly hurtful to our neighbours , - though certainly a proof of considerable immorality in the ...
... heart " in the character of its perpe- trator , in the same manner that it has never been considered that an act of drunkenness is particularly hurtful to our neighbours , - though certainly a proof of considerable immorality in the ...
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... heart , she could hardly have adopted means better fitted to her object than by simply telling this very story in this very way . The confessions commence a long while before the beginning , for our heroine tells her mother's tale first ...
... heart , she could hardly have adopted means better fitted to her object than by simply telling this very story in this very way . The confessions commence a long while before the beginning , for our heroine tells her mother's tale first ...
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... hearts of all the men , and the hatred of half the women . She felt that she had not lived in vain ! " ( vol . i . pp . 80-9 . ) Such a marriage could only result in one way , and the future life of the ill - matched pair is depicted in ...
... hearts of all the men , and the hatred of half the women . She felt that she had not lived in vain ! " ( vol . i . pp . 80-9 . ) Such a marriage could only result in one way , and the future life of the ill - matched pair is depicted in ...
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Страница 191 - Live while you live, the Epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day. Live while you live, the sacred Preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies.
Страница 195 - How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land ? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth...
Страница 447 - Go and show John again those things which ye do hear and see : The blind receive their sight, and the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, and the deaf hear, the dead are raised up, and the poor have the Gospel preached to them.
Страница 195 - By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song ; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
Страница 193 - And the key of the house of David will I lay upon his shoulder; So he shall open, and none shall shut; And he shall shut, and none shall open.
Страница 218 - Whosoever shall put away his wife, let him give her a writing of divorcement, but I say unto you, That whosoever shall put away his wife, saving for the cause of fornication, causeth her to commit adultery: and whosoever shall marry her that is divorced committeth adultery.
Страница 371 - Merciful Heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle: but man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
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Страница 194 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...