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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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Class-book of Science and Literature

Class-book - 1869 - 324 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...
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The theory of the arts; or, Art in relation to nature ..., 2. köide

George Harris - 1869
...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 ; —...
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The public school speaker and reader, ed. by J.E. Carpenter

Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1869
...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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The Theory of the Arts: Or, Art in Relation to Nature ..., 2. köide

George Harris - 1869
...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 ; — I...
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Murby's Excelsior readers, ed. by F. Young

Francis Young (F.R.G.S.) - 1870
...his blood ; he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time, nor had the voice o£ friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice ; his children — but...bleed, and I was forced to go on with another part of his portrait. He was sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the farthest corner of his dungeon,...
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A Treatise on English Punctuation: Designed for Letter-writers, Authors ...

John Wilson - 1871 - 334 lehte
...the empire of Rome ? In thirty years the western breeze had not 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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Treatise on English Punctuation: Designed for Letter-writers, Authors ...

John Wilson - 1871 - 338 lehte
...empire of Rome ? In thirty years the western breeze hiid not 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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The School board readers. Standard i(iii-vi), ed. by a former H.M ..., 6. köide

School board readers - 1872
...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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The Complete Works of Laurence Sterne

Laurence Sterne, David Herbert - 1872 - 455 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 ! 232 233 was forced to go on with another...
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A History of English Literature: For Junior Classes

Frederick A. Laing - 1873 - 250 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 hero iny heart began to bleed, and I was...
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