 Not in despair, to have found themselves not lost In loss itself; which on his countenance cast Like doubtful hue: but he, his wonted pride Soon recollecting, with high words, that bore Semblance of worth, not substance, gently raised Their fainting courage,...  The Monthly magazine - Страница 607по Monthly literary register - 1839Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Lauren Willig - 2008 - 385 страници
...hands, lace fluttering. "I will be escorting Miss Alsworthy to His Majesty's review." Chapter Twenty Then straight commands that, at the warlike sound Of trumpets loud and clarions be uf reared His mighty standard. . . . Th' imperial ensign; which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor... | |
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