Ye Vampyres!: A Legend of the National Betting-ring, Showing what Became of itSamuel Tinsley, 10 Southampton St., Strand, 1875 - 328 páginas |
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... Birdie darling , go on , there's a dear , ' said Lady Eleanor kindly to her . She went on , pocketing her ball , and from that moment tired of the game . Timidly gliding towards Walter , she appeared as though about to ask him something ...
... Birdie darling , go on , there's a dear , ' said Lady Eleanor kindly to her . She went on , pocketing her ball , and from that moment tired of the game . Timidly gliding towards Walter , she appeared as though about to ask him something ...
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... Birdie , love , ' Reginald had said ; and , therefore , Ralph knew it was Birdie . Ralph did try to look , and failed ; he tried to look again , and got as high as the prettiest of little tiny mouths , and then- he felt so queer ...
... Birdie , love , ' Reginald had said ; and , therefore , Ralph knew it was Birdie . Ralph did try to look , and failed ; he tried to look again , and got as high as the prettiest of little tiny mouths , and then- he felt so queer ...
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... Birdie darling , I never saw " smoking " begin with a B before , my child ' Looking more bewitching than ever in that roseate hue , she made a second essay , prompted by the ingenious Slasher . ' No , but - Baccy does , papa ! ' 6 6 A ...
... Birdie darling , I never saw " smoking " begin with a B before , my child ' Looking more bewitching than ever in that roseate hue , she made a second essay , prompted by the ingenious Slasher . ' No , but - Baccy does , papa ! ' 6 6 A ...
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... Birdie if she had very childish , but there it was . ' Is money ' ( the want of it , he meant ) going to separate us ? why , we love each other ! ' said Ralph , when his portmanteau was ready . 6 ' Come and see the Ancient Court ; we ...
... Birdie if she had very childish , but there it was . ' Is money ' ( the want of it , he meant ) going to separate us ? why , we love each other ! ' said Ralph , when his portmanteau was ready . 6 ' Come and see the Ancient Court ; we ...
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... Birdie ! but didn't donkey - riding and junket help ? ' said Gertrude . ' And we have been si abandonnées , and not at all proper ! ' sighed Birdie . And Ralph sighed too , and felt relieved , and wished he had been there ; and then ...
... Birdie ! but didn't donkey - riding and junket help ? ' said Gertrude . ' And we have been si abandonnées , and not at all proper ! ' sighed Birdie . And Ralph sighed too , and felt relieved , and wished he had been there ; and then ...
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Términos y frases comunes
arms asked Ralph Backaway Birdie Bluffshire breathed brother Bull burst called Captain Slasher Castle CHAPTER Clencher Committee Countree's cried darling dear Ralph excited exclaimed eyes feel fellow Fernland Fleasaway Fleasum Fred Stanley Freddy Fullheart gaze Geraldine Gertrude girl Haini hand Harry Somers hear heard heart Heaven honour Hurkuleze jobber John jolly kiss Lady Beatrice laughed lips listened little Maude looked Lord Alfred Macjoy Marchioness Markham Marquis Maxwell never night noble Old Countree Old Trememdon once Oswald pinnace Playfair poor quietly Ralph Osborne Raskall replied roar round Saints Sea-King seemed sighed silence Sir Manfred smile soon soul Spectral Spectre Stanley Sternites stood Swindle tell thing thou Todigrab told tones trembling Trevosa turned Twas Undone city Undone Vortex utter Vampyres Victims Viscount voice Vortex broker Walter Westernport whispered wild word 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!