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answered appearance arms beautiful became believe better body brought called cause close Colonel continued dark death Doctor door dreadful earth entered equally eyes face feelings feet fellow felt followed French gave give gone ground half hand head hear heard heart heaven honour hour human idea knew latter laughed least legs less light living longer looked lost means mind minutes moment mouth moving nature never night nose object observed once opposite passed person present remained remarkable respect seated seemed seen short side smile smoke soon soul sound spirit stand step stood strange stranger struck suppose taken tell Terence thing thou thought tion took turned voice walked whole wife wish Wolstang wonder
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Página 249 - He tugged, he shook, till down they came, and drew The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, Lords, ladies, captains, counsellors...
Página 234 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tarn maun ride — That hour o...
Página 245 - like the baseless fabric of a vision, and left not a wreck behind...
Página 42 - This order, which was given by my cousin himself, stung me to madness, and, changing my piteous tones for those of fierce resistance, I swore that "I would not turn out for any man living. I would not be buried alive to please them." To this nobody made any reply, but in the course of a minute four stout porters made their appearance, and I was forced from the house. Returning to Wolstang's lodgings, the old man was there in waiting, as he promised. "What," said I, with trepidation — "what is the...
Página 31 - if you relieve me from my present condition, you break faith with Wolstang, seeing that you deprive him of his stipulated power." " I deprive him of his power over you, but I give him in return a similar power over some other person, which will answer his purpose equally well. I think you had better sign.
Página 42 - I am not dead," said I, throwing myself upon my knees before my cousin, who was present. " I know that, my good fellow," was his answer, " but poor Stadt, you see, is gone for ever." " That is not Stadt — it is I — it is I. Will you not believe me ! I am Stadt — this is not me — I am not myself. For heaven's sake, suspend this funeral." Such were my exclamations, but they produced no other effect but that of pity among the bystanders. " Poor unfortunate fellow, he is crazed.
Página 49 - You must remain quiet," said the eldest, with a smile. " We must have you put to bed, and afterwards dressed." " What is this ?" continued I ; " am I not dead — was I not buried ?" " Hush, my dear friend — let me throw this greatcoat over you.
Página 52 - What !" said I, again interrupting the doctor, " is it possible you could be so inhuman as to make the scoundrels bury me again ?" " Now, Stadt," rejoined he, with a smile, " you are a strange fellow. You were angry at the men for raising you, and now you are angry at me for endeavouring to repair their error by reinterring you.
Página 33 - I was in truth only punishing myself, and that it was a matter of doubt whether he would ever submit to a corporeal change, seeing that my fortune was much more considerable than his own, and that he would come at it in the course of six months. This I had no doubt was the chief consideration which could have induced the fellow to bring about such a metamorphosis. On getting out of prison I was the most miserable wretch on earth. The fierce desire of vengeance had formerly kept up my spirits ; but...
Página 50 - am I not dead— was I not buried ?" " Hush, my dear friend — let me throw this great-coat over you." " But I must speak," said I, my senses still wandering — " Where am I ? — who are you ?" "Do you not know me?" " Yes," replied I, gazing at him intently—
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| Título | Tales, Essays, and Sketches, Volumen2 Tales, essays, and sketches, Robert Macnish |
| Autor | Robert Macnish |
| Edición | 2 |
| Editor | H.G. Bohn, 1844 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 12 Jun. 2007 |
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