Hurry-graphs: Or, Sketches of Scenery, Celebrities and Society, Taken from LifeKerr, Doughty & Lapham, 1853 - 364 pages |
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... expression in a face , and I looked long and earnestly at the noble invalid , both as he sat and as he spoke , to see , if possible , where his tide - channels lay , and where his ever - buoyant greatness had , at least , come nearest ...
... expression in a face , and I looked long and earnestly at the noble invalid , both as he sat and as he spoke , to see , if possible , where his tide - channels lay , and where his ever - buoyant greatness had , at least , come nearest ...
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... expression and bearing , to have been an old Duke . I was sorry to hear , after we left Yarmouth , that I had missed seeing a centenarian of that place , who is certainly a curiosity . He is now a hundred and nine years of age , and ...
... expression and bearing , to have been an old Duke . I was sorry to hear , after we left Yarmouth , that I had missed seeing a centenarian of that place , who is certainly a curiosity . He is now a hundred and nine years of age , and ...
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... expressing some fear that he might take cold , asked him to walk into the house . At the vain efforts of his pinned down friend , to rise with the weight in his coat - tails , he laughed as heartily as a boy of sixteen . He is said to ...
... expressing some fear that he might take cold , asked him to walk into the house . At the vain efforts of his pinned down friend , to rise with the weight in his coat - tails , he laughed as heartily as a boy of sixteen . He is said to ...
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... expressions with which the profane accost each other in that season - but , either to find heaven in June , or escape the resemblance of New York to " the other place " in August , I should name this Hotel of many charms as the best ...
... expressions with which the profane accost each other in that season - but , either to find heaven in June , or escape the resemblance of New York to " the other place " in August , I should name this Hotel of many charms as the best ...
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... expression . A grey moustache , clipped short , gave a rather more heroic look to his compressed lips than they might otherwise have had , and possibly the military music added to this , for I observed that he was very much moved by it ...
... expression . A grey moustache , clipped short , gave a rather more heroic look to his compressed lips than they might otherwise have had , and possibly the military music added to this , for I observed that he was very much moved by it ...
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Page 244 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; Yes, that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Page 244 - For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Page 243 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Page 186 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 185 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, peace I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Lady M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man.
Page 185 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 186 - What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Page 184 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle. Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate.
Page 185 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Page 185 - But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part?