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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... Fullheart and his father had been boys together , and on the death - bed of the latter his friend had promised to look after the boy if ever he came in his way , but had never told him of it . He had such wild , passionate longings ...
... Fullheart and his father had been boys together , and on the death - bed of the latter his friend had promised to look after the boy if ever he came in his way , but had never told him of it . He had such wild , passionate longings ...
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... Fullheart of him , on hearing the news . To support , ' Ralph stopped . ' An unrighteous claim , I hear , ' interposed she . ' But I must fight , ' he urged . ' I suppose you must , Ralph , but I hear the claim to the land is unjust ...
... Fullheart of him , on hearing the news . To support , ' Ralph stopped . ' An unrighteous claim , I hear , ' interposed she . ' But I must fight , ' he urged . ' I suppose you must , Ralph , but I hear the claim to the land is unjust ...
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... only see dear little Haini before we start ! ' he said , in plaintive tones , to Mrs. Fullheart , four days before their departure . ' Do try , my boy , ' said she YE VAMPYRES A LEGEND . 41 'Ha, Albion ! take back your troops !...
... only see dear little Haini before we start ! ' he said , in plaintive tones , to Mrs. Fullheart , four days before their departure . ' Do try , my boy , ' said she YE VAMPYRES A LEGEND . 41 'Ha, Albion ! take back your troops !...
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... Full- heart , as he sipped his third tumbler of punch in the comfortable parlour of the hotel that evening . What a fool I was not to have taken her in my arms , like I did once ! ' 6 ' But you repented it ever afterwards , ' interposed ...
... Full- heart , as he sipped his third tumbler of punch in the comfortable parlour of the hotel that evening . What a fool I was not to have taken her in my arms , like I did once ! ' 6 ' But you repented it ever afterwards , ' interposed ...
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... Fullheart in a state of great indignation . ' Hullo ! Fullheart , ' said he , ' this fellow has been cheating me - the robber ! Look here , I bought these things last week and sold them yesterday , and I have consulted the Vortex ...
... Fullheart in a state of great indignation . ' Hullo ! Fullheart , ' said he , ' this fellow has been cheating me - the robber ! Look here , I bought these things last week and sold them yesterday , and I have consulted the Vortex ...
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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 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.
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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!