The Pirate, 1-3권Archibald Constable and Company; and Hurst, Robinson, and Company, London., 1822 - 346페이지 |
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... Baby would prove " her mother over again . " Malicious people did not stick to say , that the acrimony of the Clinkscale blood had not on this occasion been cooled and sweetened by that of old England ; that young Deilbe licket THE ...
... Baby would prove " her mother over again . " Malicious people did not stick to say , that the acrimony of the Clinkscale blood had not on this occasion been cooled and sweetened by that of old England ; that young Deilbe licket THE ...
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... Baby , as we have described her , was no willing renderer of the rites of hospitality . In their farm of Cauldshouthers , in the Mearns , she had been the dread and abhorrence of all gaber- lunzie men , and travelling packmen , gypsies ...
... Baby , as we have described her , was no willing renderer of the rites of hospitality . In their farm of Cauldshouthers , in the Mearns , she had been the dread and abhorrence of all gaber- lunzie men , and travelling packmen , gypsies ...
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... Baby ? tell me , I say , where we shall find the nemorum murmur , sister Baby , in these new seats of ours ? " -- " What's foolish will ? " said Baby , pop- your ping her head from out of a dark recess in the kitchen , where she was ...
... Baby ? tell me , I say , where we shall find the nemorum murmur , sister Baby , in these new seats of ours ? " -- " What's foolish will ? " said Baby , pop- your ping her head from out of a dark recess in the kitchen , where she was ...
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... Baby , " answered Triptolemus , " saving that I was saying to my- self , that here we had the sea , and the wind , and the rain sufficient enough , but where's the wood ? where's the wood , Baby , answer me that ? " " The wood ? " answered ...
... Baby , " answered Triptolemus , " saving that I was saying to my- self , that here we had the sea , and the wind , and the rain sufficient enough , but where's the wood ? where's the wood , Baby , answer me that ? " " The wood ? " answered ...
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... Baby ; " can ye not make your brose of the Sunday , and sup them cauld on the Monday , since ye're sae dainty ? Mony is the fairer face than yours that has licked the lip after such a cogfu ' . " 66 Mercy on us , sister ! " said ...
... Baby ; " can ye not make your brose of the Sunday , and sup them cauld on the Monday , since ye're sae dainty ? Mony is the fairer face than yours that has licked the lip after such a cogfu ' . " 66 Mercy on us , sister ! " said ...
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50 페이지 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
49 페이지 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
297 페이지 - Tom, as they used to call him — somewhat roughly treated by the glorious John, you remember — Mordaunt, you remember — Methinks I see the new Arion sail, The lute still trembling underneath thy nail ; At thy well-sharpen'd thumb, from shore to shore, The trebles squeak for fear, the basses roar.