The Literary World: Sixth [-eighth] ReaderB.F. Johnson, 1919 |
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... fear you are no artist . I must wait until I see the beetle itself , if I am to form any idea of its personal appearance . " " Well , I don't know , " said he , a little nettled , " I draw tolerably — should do it at least — have had ...
... fear you are no artist . I must wait until I see the beetle itself , if I am to form any idea of its personal appearance . " " Well , I don't know , " said he , a little nettled , " I draw tolerably — should do it at least — have had ...
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... fear , it seemed to me , of trusting either of the implements within reach of his master , than from any excess of industry or complaisance . His demeanor was dogged in the extreme , and " dat bug " were the sole words which escaped his ...
... fear , it seemed to me , of trusting either of the implements within reach of his master , than from any excess of industry or complaisance . His demeanor was dogged in the extreme , and " dat bug " were the sole words which escaped his ...
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... fear . But here was the crisis . Should she fail in what she now sought to effect , it was her ruthless purpose to scatter the miserable image into its original elements . " Thou hast a man's aspect , " said she , sternly ; 66 have also ...
... fear . But here was the crisis . Should she fail in what she now sought to effect , it was her ruthless purpose to scatter the miserable image into its original elements . " Thou hast a man's aspect , " said she , sternly ; 66 have also ...
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... fear , mother , " said the figure , in a stout voice , and sending forth a courageous whiff of smoke . “ I will thrive if an honest man and a gentleman may . " 66 Oh , thou wilt be the death of me ! " cried the old witch , convulsed ...
... fear , mother , " said the figure , in a stout voice , and sending forth a courageous whiff of smoke . “ I will thrive if an honest man and a gentleman may . " 66 Oh , thou wilt be the death of me ! " cried the old witch , convulsed ...
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... truth appears to have been that Mother Rigby's word of introduction , whatever it might be , had operated far more on the rich merchant's fears than on his good - will . Moreover , being a man of wonderfully acute observa- tion 84.
... truth appears to have been that Mother Rigby's word of introduction , whatever it might be , had operated far more on the rich merchant's fears than on his good - will . Moreover , being a man of wonderfully acute observa- tion 84.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aglaia ancient Mariner appeared asked beetle blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar called Carcassonne Casca Cassius character Coppy Cranford cried dear death death's-head door doth Exeunt eyes face Father Abram fear Feathertop fell fire give gold hand hast hath head hear heard heart hills Holmes honor ides of March Julius Cæsar Jupiter Legrand letter liberty live look lord Lucilius Lucius Mark Antony massa ment Messala mill mind Miss Allardyce morning Mother Rigby never night noble Octavius oration parchment peace Pindarus pipe poem poor Red-Headed League Roman Rome scarabaeus scarecrow seemed seen Sherlock Holmes Sir Launfal skull smile soul speak spirit stood story strong tell Tennessee's Partner thee things thou thought tion Titinius to-day tree turned voice Wee Willie Winkie witch WORDS AND PHRASES young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 421 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Seite 200 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Seite 197 - This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk, 'Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Seite 415 - EXCELSIOR. THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Seite 182 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon.
Seite 185 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a Death? and are there two? Is Death that woman's mate?
Seite 421 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea,
Seite 276 - Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst and to provide for it. I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging the future but...
Seite 327 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, Help me, Cassius, or I sink.
Seite 181 - The Sun now rose upon the right Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...