Called to account, 134. izdaja ,Količina 1

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Tauchnitz, 1867
 

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Stran 182 - Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Stran 56 - She, while her lover pants upon her breast, Can mark the figures on an Indian chest ; And when she sees her friend in...
Stran 69 - Well! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too; For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly, as it was wont to do.
Stran 268 - That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies, That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
Stran 1 - Though woman keeps it here. Then drink to her who long Hath waked the poet's sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy.
Stran 2 - a daughter of the gods, divinely tall, and most divinely fair.
Stran 173 - Give me to drink mandragora, that I may sleep out this great gap of time.
Stran 268 - Now twice to east she turns, as oft to west; Thrice waves her wand, as oft a charm exprest. On the lost youth her magick pow'r she tries; Aloft he springs, and wonders how he flies.
Stran 137 - one-colour" (in several shades) china vase, sent out a breath of pastile to mingle with the rival perfume through its perforated ormolu cover. Instead of the inevitable clock and couple of vases on the mantel-piece, the sheet of glass gave back the forms of three fine antique groups. A myrtle all covered with white stars (from the conservatory), had a little stand to itself close to the couch on which Miss Greneste was sitting, close enough for the girl to break off sprigs occasionally as she talked...
Stran 11 - Reign, and reign alone, And always give the law; And have each subject to her will, And all to stand in awe." But as years rolled on she proved the truth, of the saying, that every tyrant is a slave. Her husband died, and Mrs. Burgoyne devoted all her energies to spoiling and sacrificing to her son. From his...

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