 | Samuel Johnson - 1750 - 296 pàgines
...when on a fudden I perceived one of the moft fhocking figures imagination can frame, advancing towards me. She was dreft in black, her fkin was contracted into a thouand wrinkles, her eyes deep funk in her head, and her complexion pale and livid as the countenance... | |
 | 730 pàgines
...advancing towards me. She was drefled in black, her (kin was contracted into a rhoufand wi inkles, her eyes deep funk in her head, and her complexion...livid as the countenance of death. Her looks were filUd with terror and unrelenting feverity, and her hands armed with whips and fcorpions. As foon as... | |
 | 1773 - 394 pàgines
...figures imagination can frame-, advancing towards me. She was drefl in black, her fkin was contrafted into a thoufand wrinkles, her eyes deep funk in her...her hands armed with whips and fcorpions. As foon as fhe came near, with a horrid frown, and a voice that chilled my very blood, flie bid me follow her.... | |
 | Elizabeth Carter - 1776 - 134 pàgines
...fhocking Figures, Imagination can frame, advancing towards me. She was drefled in black : her Skin was contracted into a thoufand Wrinkles, her Eyes...Her Looks were filled with Terror and unrelenting Severity ; and her Hands were anrud with Whips and Scorpions. As Coon as (he came near, with a horrid... | |
 | Elizabeth Carter - 1776 - 142 pàgines
...towards me. She was .drefled in black: her Skin was contracted into a thoufand Wrinkles, her Eyes-deep funk in her Head, .and her Complexion pale and livid as the Countenance nance of Death. Her Looks were filled with Terror and unrelenting Severity; and her Hand; were armed... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1784 - 340 pàgines
...perceived one of the mofl fhocking figures imagination can frame, advancing towards me. She was drcft in black, her fkin was contracted into a thoufand...feverity, and her hands armed with whips and fcorpions. As-foon as fhe came near, with a horrid frown, and a voice that chilled my very blood, fhe bid me follow... | |
 | 1785 - 596 pàgines
...when on a fudden I perceived one of the molt (hocking figures imagination can frame, advancing towards me. She was dreft in black, her fkin was contracted into a thouihnd wrinkles, her eyes deep lunk in her lund, and her complexion pale and livid as the countenance... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, John Hawkins - 1787 - 466 pàgines
...imagination can frame, advancing towards me. She was. dreft in black, her fkin was contracted ir.ro a thoufand wrinkles, her eyes deep funk in her head,...her hands armed with whips and fcorpions. As foon as fhe came near, with a. horrid frown, and a voice that chilled my very blood, Ihe'bid me follow her.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, John Hawkins - 1787
...when on a fudden I perceived one of the moft fhocking figures imagination can frame, advancing towards me, She was dreft in black, her fkin was contracted...and her complexion pale and livid as the countenance ot death. Her looks were filled with terror and unrelenting feverity, and her hands armed with whips... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1792 - 626 pàgines
...fudden I perceived one of the moft fhacking figures imagination can frame, advancing towards me. She wa$ dreft in black, her fkin was contracted into a thoufand...Her looks were filled with terror and unrelenting fe verity, and her hands armed with whips and fcorpions. As foon as fhe eame near, with a horrid frown,... | |
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She was dressed in black, her skin was contracted into a thousand wrinkles, her eyes deep sunk in her head, and her complexion pale and livid as the countenance of death. Her looks were filled with terror and unrelenting severity, and her hands armed... 
