Tales of Field and Flood;: With Sketches of Life at HomeOliver & Boyd, Tweeddale-court; and Simpkin & Marshall, London., 1829 - Počet stran: 329 |
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Strana 25
... arrived ) are pitched . A piece of wretched lean beef , boiled to rags among a mess of rice and water , forms the stand- ing dish of the campaigner . But what have we got to - night ? As I live , a fine fat fowl , like a floating island ...
... arrived ) are pitched . A piece of wretched lean beef , boiled to rags among a mess of rice and water , forms the stand- ing dish of the campaigner . But what have we got to - night ? As I live , a fine fat fowl , like a floating island ...
Strana 28
... arriving at the long- looked - for village , ( where you fondly hoped to re- pair your loss , ) that all the ... arrived ; in which case you bid an eternal adieu to your baggage , and take a long farewell of cleanliness and com ...
... arriving at the long- looked - for village , ( where you fondly hoped to re- pair your loss , ) that all the ... arrived ; in which case you bid an eternal adieu to your baggage , and take a long farewell of cleanliness and com ...
Strana 46
... arrived in the great city , whirled about in its vortex , and mingled with its crowds , who appeared to be eagerly engaged in affairs of moment ; all hurrying to and fro with bustling anxiety , indicative of important pursuits . I soon ...
... arrived in the great city , whirled about in its vortex , and mingled with its crowds , who appeared to be eagerly engaged in affairs of moment ; all hurrying to and fro with bustling anxiety , indicative of important pursuits . I soon ...
Strana 48
... arriving at the place of descent , I found several strangers assembled there for the same purpose with myself ; and , having procured a guide , and lighted our tapers , we descended into the silent city of the dead . ' The cold earthy ...
... arriving at the place of descent , I found several strangers assembled there for the same purpose with myself ; and , having procured a guide , and lighted our tapers , we descended into the silent city of the dead . ' The cold earthy ...
Strana 55
... the first time since my arrival in the Peninsula , I was separated from my friend Ed- wards , with whom I had hitherto shared the same tent , but who now had quarters assigned to him in the house of an elderly gentleman and his lady.
... the first time since my arrival in the Peninsula , I was separated from my friend Ed- wards , with whom I had hitherto shared the same tent , but who now had quarters assigned to him in the house of an elderly gentleman and his lady.
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Strana 319 - A land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth, Time-tutored age, and love-exalted youth : The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so bountiful and fair, Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air. In every clime, the...
Strana 99 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Strana 173 - I'll look into them : so, giving up the argument, — I went straight to my lodgings, put up half a dozen shirts and a black pair of silk breeches ; —
Strana 151 - One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting...
Strana 15 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Strana 319 - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
Strana 55 - Oh, grief, beyond all other griefs, when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world, without that only tie For which it loved to live or fear'd to die ; — Lorn as the hung-up lute, that ne'er hath spoken Since the sad day its master-chord was broken...
Strana 182 - Blest power of sunshine ! genial Day, What balm, what life is in thy ray ! To feel thee is such real bliss, That had the world no joy but this, To sit in suushine calm and sweet, — It were a world too exquisite For man to leave it for the gloom, The deep, cold shadow of the tomb...
Strana 196 - They mourn, but smile at length; and, smiling, mourn: The tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn...
Strana 286 - Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night : — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light.