Ye Vampyres!: A Legend of the National Betting-ring, Showing what Became of it |
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Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Ye Vampyres! a Legend of the National Betting-Ring, Showing What Became of It Spectre Sin vista previa disponible - 2013 |
Ye Vampyres! a Legend of the National Betting-Ring, Showing What Became of It Spectre Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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Alfred appeared arms asked bear become Birdie breathed broker brother Bull called CHAPTER close Committee continued course cried dear door excited exclaimed eyes face fall fear feel fellow felt Fullheart gaze girl give gone Haini half hand head hear heard heart hope hour House John jolly keep kind kiss knew Lady Beatrice laughed leave letter listened live looked Lord manner Marquis Maude mean meet mind never night Old Countree once poor Ralph Osborne replied returned round Saints seemed side sighed silence Slasher Somers soon soul sound speak Spectre stand stood stopped talk tell thing thought told tones trembling Trememdon true turned Undone city Undone Vortex voice Walter wild wonder young
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Página 276 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Página 142 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Página 319 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Página 53 - 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.
Página 114 - Yet was there one thro' whom I loved her, one Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise, Interpreter between the Gods and men, Who...
Página 282 - He shall not drop." said my uncle Toby, firmly. "A-well-o'day, do what we can for him, said Trim, maintaining his point,; "the poor soul will die." "He shall not die, by G— !" cried my uncle Toby. The Accusing Spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in, and the Recording Angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word, and blotted it out for ever.
Página 122 - Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison; Who sees them is undone; For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Cath'rine pear, The side that's next the sun. Her lips were red; and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze, Than on the sun in July.
Página 315 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!