[…] a breast and placket, taces, gorget, a burgonet with a buffe or chin peece, and also Armour richly quilt and graven consisting of a backe, breast, cushes, a paire of kneecops, gorget, a pair of short taces, one burgonet […]
[…] a breast and placket, taces, gorget, a burgonet with a buffe or chin peece,
Armour richly quilt and graven consisting of a backe, breast, cushes, a paire of kneecops, gorget, a pair of short taces, one burgonet […]
It was a clear steel-blue day. The firmaments of air and sea were hardly separable in that all-pervading azure; only, the pensive air was transparently pure and soft, with a woman’s look, and the robust and man-like sea heaved with long, strong, lingering swells, as Samson’s chest in his sleep.
He's a go among the goes, is Mr. Kestrel. He's only got to sport a new kind of topper, or tie his crumpler a new way, and every gentry-cove in town does just the same.
It would obviously be in vain to look for the purely Buddhistic originals of this work and others of the same description, all of which now show a superinfusion of Hivaitic ideas, anywhere in India.
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