Peter's Letters to His Kinsfolk, Том 1W. Blackwood, 1819 |
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... . That none of these letters were addressed to your Lord- ship , is a circumstance for which I take great shame to myself , after the very kind manner in which you spoke to me on that head , the day I left you - may I Librarian.
... . That none of these letters were addressed to your Lord- ship , is a circumstance for which I take great shame to myself , after the very kind manner in which you spoke to me on that head , the day I left you - may I Librarian.
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... manner of stage- coaches and their contents , as my ears were well taught before morning . Having devoured a tolerable breakfast , however , I began to feel my . self in a more genial condition than I had ex- pected , and sallied out to ...
... manner of stage- coaches and their contents , as my ears were well taught before morning . Having devoured a tolerable breakfast , however , I began to feel my . self in a more genial condition than I had ex- pected , and sallied out to ...
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... manner , that I should sorely offend him by omitting the same mark of veneration . Within , I found a melancholy quadrangle , for the most part of a noble ar- chitecture , but all over as black as if the sun had never shone upon it ...
... manner , that I should sorely offend him by omitting the same mark of veneration . Within , I found a melancholy quadrangle , for the most part of a noble ar- chitecture , but all over as black as if the sun had never shone upon it ...
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... manner concerning the least - and in a tone of genuine admiration concerning the greatest of them . But I despair of making you comprehend the vagaries of such an original . I wish you had a few minutes ' use of the ma- gical mirror ...
... manner concerning the least - and in a tone of genuine admiration concerning the greatest of them . But I despair of making you comprehend the vagaries of such an original . I wish you had a few minutes ' use of the ma- gical mirror ...
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... manners of the people among whom I am sojourning . I wish it were as easy for me to satisfy your curiosity on some other points mentioned in your last let- ter , as on this . The Scots are certainly rather a hard - favoured race than ...
... manners of the people among whom I am sojourning . I wish it were as easy for me to satisfy your curiosity on some other points mentioned in your last let- ter , as on this . The Scots are certainly rather a hard - favoured race than ...
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Страница 220 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Страница 234 - Though Nature could not touch his heart By lovely forms and silent weather, And tender sounds, yet you might see At once, that Peter Bell and she Had often been together. A savage wildness round him hung As of a dweller out of doors ; In his whole figure and his mien A savage character was seen, Of mountains and of dreary moors.
Страница 141 - He had perceived the presence and the power Of greatness ; and deep feelings had impressed Great objects on his mind, with portraiture And colour so distinct, that on his mind They lay like substances, and almost seemed To haunt the bodily sense.
Страница 179 - All strength — all terror, single or in bands, That ever was put forth in personal form — Jehovah — with His thunder, and the choir Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones — I pass them unalarmed. Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams — can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man — My haunt, and the main region of my song.
Страница 139 - His face and hands are still as brown as if he had lived entirely sub dio. His very hair has a coarse stringiness about it, which proves beyond dispute its utter ignorance of all the arts of the friseur ; and hangs in playful whips and cords about his ears, in a style of the most perfect innocence imaginable.
Страница 135 - I AM a son of Mars, Who have been in many wars, And show my cuts and scars Wherever I come ; This here was for a wench, And that other in a trench, When welcoming the French At the sound of the drum.
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Страница 110 - Muse's lyre. Not beggar's brat on bulk begot ; Not bastard of a pedlar Scot ; Not boy brought up to cleaning shoes, The spawn of Bridewell or the stews...