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" I saw him pale and feverish ; in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood ; he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time, nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice ; his children — but here my heart began... "
Elegant Extracts: Or, Useful and Entertaining Passages in Prose - Page 960
by Vicesimus Knox - 1797
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Bits of books, from old and modern authors, for railway travellers

Bits - 1847 - 72 lehte
...and feverish, in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood ; he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time, nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice; his children— but here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced...
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Elements of Mental Philosophy: Embracing the Two Departments of ..., 1. köide

Thomas Cogswell Upham - 1848
...that time; nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice.—His children—but here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait." CHAPTER XV. COMPLEX IDEAS OF INTERNAL ORIGIN. $ 321. Of complex ideas of external origin. But in respect...
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The Puppet-show, 1–2. köide

1848
...no comrades all that time ; nor had the voice of Cuffey breathed through his lattice ; his creditors But here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on to another part of the portrait. He was sitting on the ground in his corduroys, in the furthest corner...
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Puppet Show, 1. köide

1848
...no comrades all that time ; nor had the voice of Cuffey breathed through his lattice ; his creditors But here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on to another part of the portrait. He was sitting on the ground in his corduroys, in the furthest corner...
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A New Elucidation of the Principles of Speech and Elocution: A Full ...

Alexander Melville Bell - 1849 - 311 lehte
...tearless dead ! I0h, they reck not of tears o'er their quiet shed, 'Or the dust, had stirred below ! 'His children 'But here my heart began to bleed, 'and I was farced to go on with another part of the portrait. FORCE, TIME, AND EXPRESSION. The same principle...
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A system of English grammar

John White - 1850 - 198 lehte
...own existence for really to doubt of it is manifestly impossible let him enjoy his beloved happiness. His children but here my heart began to bleed and...forced to go on with another part of the portrait Nature instantly ebbed again the film returned to its place the pulse fluttered stopped went on throbbed...
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The English Party's Excursion to Paris, in Easter Week 1849: To which is ...

John Bill - 1850 - 557 lehte
...feverish;— in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood,—he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time, nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice;—his children * * * * * * * * He was sitting upon the ground...
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The literary class book; or, Readings in English literature

Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850
...feverish: in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood — he had seen no Run, no moon, in all that time — nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice. His children But here my heart began to bleed — and I was forced...
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The Literary Reader: For Academies and High Schools: Consisting of ...

Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 408 lehte
...and feverish; in thirty years, the western breeze had not once fanned his blood; he had seen rf> sun, no moon, in all that time; nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice; his children — but here my heart began to bleed, and I was...
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The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, 2. köide

Abraham Mills - 1851
...and feverish ; in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood ; he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time, nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice ; his children — but here my heart began to bleed, and I was...
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