mptoms, then you are afflicted with Dyspepsia, and should endeavor to obtain relief. "Dyspeptic Ley" is a certain cure. It is easily prepared, and should be taken by everyone who is afflicted with any of the above distressing symptoms.The same chapter tells how to cure Ague, Intermittent Fever, Neuralgia, Sick Headache, Neuralgic Headache, Rheumatism, Dysentery, Epileptic Fits, Hysteria, Bleeding of the Lungs, Coughs, Bowel Complaint, Scrofula, Worms, Sore Eyes, Cholera, Piles, Warts,
e lowly birth of Godhead In the stable of the passions, In the manger of the mind-soul; Silent singer of the secret Of compassion deep and holy To the heart with sorrow burdened, To the soul with waiting weary:-- Star of all-surpassing brightness, Thou again dost deck the midnight; Thou again dost cheer the wise ones Watching in the creedal darkness, Weary of the endless battle With the grinding blades of error; Tired of lifeless, useless idols, Of the dead forms of religions; Spent with
nd albeit they all leade us with a common accord to despise povertie, and other accidental! crosses, to whichOmnes eodem cogimur, omnium Versatur urna, serius, ocius Sors exitura, et nos in aeternum Exilium impositura cymbae, [Footnote: Hor. I. iii. Od. iii. 25.] All to one place are driv'n, of all Shak't is the lot-pot, where-hence shall Sooner or later drawne lots fall, And to deaths boat for aye enthrall. And by consequence, if she makes us affeard, it is a continual subject of torment, and
gover the fire.'Good evening, mother. I see you have lived long in this world; doyou know anything about the three bulrushes?' 'Yes, indeed, I've lived long and been much about in the world, butI have never seen or heard anything of what you ask. Still, if youwill wait till to-morrow I may be able to tell you something.' Well, he waited till the morning, and quite early the old womanappeared and took out a little pipe and blew in it, and in a momentall the crows in the world were flying about
Rome. What his name or his rank, I do not know. I do not care. He might have been a faithful unknown warrior of mine, he might have been an outlaw. I only know that he was mine; the first scents he knew were the scents of the heather; the first light he saw was the sunrise on the Pictish hills. He belonged to me, not to Rome. If punishment was just, then none but me should have dealt it. If he were to be tried, none but me should have been his judge. The same blood flowed in our veins; the same
but howsomever they say he was very jealous, and behaved very ill to the poor lady, and locked her up, and there she was brought to bed, and the child was taken from her, and so she died, and 'twas said the child died, and so every body believes 'tis their ghosts that make such dismal noises in the castle, for soon after my Lord the Count went away, Joseph who worked under the gardener, was ordered to take care of the house; and I lived then under the cook, so we married: all the other servants
e were striving to read a human mind."The curtain ain't up," said the sheriff, "but I reckon that the stage is set and that they's gunna be an entrance pretty pronto." "Here's somebody coming," said Georgia, gesturing toward the farther end of the street. "Yeah," said the sheriff, "but he's comin' too slow to mean anything." "Slow and earnest wins the race," said another. They were growing impatient; like a crowd at a bullfight, when
The Queen of Spades A.S. Pushkin The Cloak N.V. Gogol The District Doctor I.S. Turgenev The Christmas Tree And The Wedding F.M. Dostoyevsky God Sees The Truth, But Waits L.N. Tolstoy How A Muzhik Fed Two Officials M.Y. Saltykov The Shades, A Phantasy V.G. Korolenko The Signal V.N. Garshin The Darling A.P. Chekhov The Bet A.P. Chekhov Vanka A.P. Chekhov Hide and Seek F.K. Sologub Dethroned I.N. Potapenko The Servant S.T. Semyonov One Autumn Night M. Gorky Her Lover M. Gorky Lazarus L.N. Andreyev
tospecial disfavour of fortune, or the niggardly provision of astep-motherly nature, this will should wholly lack power to accomplishits purpose, if with its greatest efforts it should yet achievenothing, and there should remain only the good will (not, to besure, a mere wish, but the summoning of all means in our power), then,like a jewel, it would still shine by its own light, as a thingwhich has its whole value in itself. Its usefulness or fruitfulnesscan neither add nor take away anything
the young shopman had thrown her up she was getting more and more into the habit of drinking. It was not so much the flavour of wine that tempted her as the fact that it gave her a chance of forgetting the misery she suffered, making her feel more unrestrained and more confident of her own worth, which she was not when quite sober; without wine she felt sad and ashamed. Just at this time a woman came along who offered to place her in one of the largest establishments in the city, explaining all
mptoms, then you are afflicted with Dyspepsia, and should endeavor to obtain relief. "Dyspeptic Ley" is a certain cure. It is easily prepared, and should be taken by everyone who is afflicted with any of the above distressing symptoms.The same chapter tells how to cure Ague, Intermittent Fever, Neuralgia, Sick Headache, Neuralgic Headache, Rheumatism, Dysentery, Epileptic Fits, Hysteria, Bleeding of the Lungs, Coughs, Bowel Complaint, Scrofula, Worms, Sore Eyes, Cholera, Piles, Warts,
e lowly birth of Godhead In the stable of the passions, In the manger of the mind-soul; Silent singer of the secret Of compassion deep and holy To the heart with sorrow burdened, To the soul with waiting weary:-- Star of all-surpassing brightness, Thou again dost deck the midnight; Thou again dost cheer the wise ones Watching in the creedal darkness, Weary of the endless battle With the grinding blades of error; Tired of lifeless, useless idols, Of the dead forms of religions; Spent with
nd albeit they all leade us with a common accord to despise povertie, and other accidental! crosses, to whichOmnes eodem cogimur, omnium Versatur urna, serius, ocius Sors exitura, et nos in aeternum Exilium impositura cymbae, [Footnote: Hor. I. iii. Od. iii. 25.] All to one place are driv'n, of all Shak't is the lot-pot, where-hence shall Sooner or later drawne lots fall, And to deaths boat for aye enthrall. And by consequence, if she makes us affeard, it is a continual subject of torment, and
gover the fire.'Good evening, mother. I see you have lived long in this world; doyou know anything about the three bulrushes?' 'Yes, indeed, I've lived long and been much about in the world, butI have never seen or heard anything of what you ask. Still, if youwill wait till to-morrow I may be able to tell you something.' Well, he waited till the morning, and quite early the old womanappeared and took out a little pipe and blew in it, and in a momentall the crows in the world were flying about
Rome. What his name or his rank, I do not know. I do not care. He might have been a faithful unknown warrior of mine, he might have been an outlaw. I only know that he was mine; the first scents he knew were the scents of the heather; the first light he saw was the sunrise on the Pictish hills. He belonged to me, not to Rome. If punishment was just, then none but me should have dealt it. If he were to be tried, none but me should have been his judge. The same blood flowed in our veins; the same
but howsomever they say he was very jealous, and behaved very ill to the poor lady, and locked her up, and there she was brought to bed, and the child was taken from her, and so she died, and 'twas said the child died, and so every body believes 'tis their ghosts that make such dismal noises in the castle, for soon after my Lord the Count went away, Joseph who worked under the gardener, was ordered to take care of the house; and I lived then under the cook, so we married: all the other servants
e were striving to read a human mind."The curtain ain't up," said the sheriff, "but I reckon that the stage is set and that they's gunna be an entrance pretty pronto." "Here's somebody coming," said Georgia, gesturing toward the farther end of the street. "Yeah," said the sheriff, "but he's comin' too slow to mean anything." "Slow and earnest wins the race," said another. They were growing impatient; like a crowd at a bullfight, when
The Queen of Spades A.S. Pushkin The Cloak N.V. Gogol The District Doctor I.S. Turgenev The Christmas Tree And The Wedding F.M. Dostoyevsky God Sees The Truth, But Waits L.N. Tolstoy How A Muzhik Fed Two Officials M.Y. Saltykov The Shades, A Phantasy V.G. Korolenko The Signal V.N. Garshin The Darling A.P. Chekhov The Bet A.P. Chekhov Vanka A.P. Chekhov Hide and Seek F.K. Sologub Dethroned I.N. Potapenko The Servant S.T. Semyonov One Autumn Night M. Gorky Her Lover M. Gorky Lazarus L.N. Andreyev
tospecial disfavour of fortune, or the niggardly provision of astep-motherly nature, this will should wholly lack power to accomplishits purpose, if with its greatest efforts it should yet achievenothing, and there should remain only the good will (not, to besure, a mere wish, but the summoning of all means in our power), then,like a jewel, it would still shine by its own light, as a thingwhich has its whole value in itself. Its usefulness or fruitfulnesscan neither add nor take away anything
the young shopman had thrown her up she was getting more and more into the habit of drinking. It was not so much the flavour of wine that tempted her as the fact that it gave her a chance of forgetting the misery she suffered, making her feel more unrestrained and more confident of her own worth, which she was not when quite sober; without wine she felt sad and ashamed. Just at this time a woman came along who offered to place her in one of the largest establishments in the city, explaining all