Forty years in the world; or, Sketches and tales of a soldier's life, by the author of Fifteen years in India, Volumen3 |
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... fights his battle full of confidence , health , and hope . - Yes ! * The mountain goat can see only above him , and therefore , he cannot know the danger of climbing . yes ! O , turn thy sight ! behold yon THE NABOB . 11.
... fights his battle full of confidence , health , and hope . - Yes ! * The mountain goat can see only above him , and therefore , he cannot know the danger of climbing . yes ! O , turn thy sight ! behold yon THE NABOB . 11.
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... hope and fair reward . Our peasantry are charged with outrage and atrocity , as though they were naturally akin to that class of men who have sometimes practised as butchers , though blessed with rank and fortune , that their delight in ...
... hope and fair reward . Our peasantry are charged with outrage and atrocity , as though they were naturally akin to that class of men who have sometimes practised as butchers , though blessed with rank and fortune , that their delight in ...
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... hope of being useful . - I now return to the Nabob . He continued grumbling , and doing good , at Mulgatawny ; cursing his native climate , and every thing in it , just in the same way , terrible excepted , as an acquaintance of mine ...
... hope of being useful . - I now return to the Nabob . He continued grumbling , and doing good , at Mulgatawny ; cursing his native climate , and every thing in it , just in the same way , terrible excepted , as an acquaintance of mine ...
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... hope's wing . - But then it is terrible to think of the accident . - Unfortunate boy ! thou art to be pitied - not she ! Her angel spirit has gone to her Father above - but what must his reflection awaken , every time he beholds her in ...
... hope's wing . - But then it is terrible to think of the accident . - Unfortunate boy ! thou art to be pitied - not she ! Her angel spirit has gone to her Father above - but what must his reflection awaken , every time he beholds her in ...
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Robert Grenville Wallace. combination of misfortunes , had I not been roused to hope by the able discourses of Dr. Malcom , an eloquent Presbyterian clergyman of Newry . My father had altogether withdrawn his cheerful countenance from ...
Robert Grenville Wallace. combination of misfortunes , had I not been roused to hope by the able discourses of Dr. Malcom , an eloquent Presbyterian clergyman of Newry . My father had altogether withdrawn his cheerful countenance from ...
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Página 293 - Know, all the good that individuals find, Or God and nature meant to mere mankind, Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words, health, peace, and competence But health consists with temperance alone ; And peace, oh virtue ! peace is all thy own.
Página 13 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O ! I have suffered With those that I saw suffer : a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces.
Página 38 - Rejoice the soul of thy servant : for unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul.
Página 265 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Página 39 - Existence may be borne, and the deep root Of life and sufferance make its firm abode In bare and desolated bosoms ; mute The camel labours with the heaviest load, And the wolf dies in silence...
Página 1 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye. But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
Página 231 - Then before All they stand — the holy vow And ring of gold, no fond illusions now, Bind her as his. Across the threshold led, And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, His house she enters — there to be a light Shining within, when all without is night ; A guardian- angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing...
Página 250 - Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains, Winning from Reason's hand the reins, Pity and woe ! for such a mind Is soft, contemplative, and kind ; And woe to those who train such youth, And spare to press the rights of truth...
Página 175 - And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence ? How the dear object from the crime remove, Or how distinguish penitence from love ? Unequal task ! a passion to resign, For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine. Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state, How often must it love, how often hate ! How often hope, despair, resent, regret, Conceal, disdain, — do all things but forget.
Página 75 - Oh, how much doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem, For that sweet odour which doth in it live.