Tales of Field and Flood;: With Sketches of Life at HomeOliver & Boyd, Tweeddale-court; and Simpkin & Marshall, London., 1829 - 329 páginas |
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... kind , even of death itself , were a relief ! We bivouacked during the night , which was stormy and dark , save when the moon would break out in momentary gleams through the black and billowy clouds careering over the sky ; and I 58 ...
... kind , even of death itself , were a relief ! We bivouacked during the night , which was stormy and dark , save when the moon would break out in momentary gleams through the black and billowy clouds careering over the sky ; and I 58 ...
Página 59
... kind- led , musing upon the strange and wild vicissitudes of a soldier's life , and the mysterious disappear- ance of Edwards , whose absence made a dreary gap in my existence . The friendships formed in camp , I believe , are few ; for ...
... kind- led , musing upon the strange and wild vicissitudes of a soldier's life , and the mysterious disappear- ance of Edwards , whose absence made a dreary gap in my existence . The friendships formed in camp , I believe , are few ; for ...
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... kind welcomes , into the principal hall , through a half - open door , at one end of which we are refreshed with a picture of rural felicity , namely , some sleek - looking cows , ruminating in philosophical tranquillity on the subject ...
... kind welcomes , into the principal hall , through a half - open door , at one end of which we are refreshed with a picture of rural felicity , namely , some sleek - looking cows , ruminating in philosophical tranquillity on the subject ...
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... kind of echellon movement , spreading out their petticoats like sails , and then , as if seized with a sudden fit of bashfulness , making a hasty retreat rearwards . Back they go at a round trot ; and seldom do they stop until their ...
... kind of echellon movement , spreading out their petticoats like sails , and then , as if seized with a sudden fit of bashfulness , making a hasty retreat rearwards . Back they go at a round trot ; and seldom do they stop until their ...
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... kind , but ones which in shape and size strongly resemble the Bologna sausage . And now , amidst these ancients , I recognise my old and very worthy friend , Mr James Hous- ton , kirk - officer and sexton of the parish , of whom a few ...
... kind , but ones which in shape and size strongly resemble the Bologna sausage . And now , amidst these ancients , I recognise my old and very worthy friend , Mr James Hous- ton , kirk - officer and sexton of the parish , of whom a few ...
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Tales of Field and Flood; with Sketches of Life at Home John Malcolm Sin vista previa disponible - 2020 |
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Términos y frases comunes
agony amidst Armagh arrived battle beau ideal beauty began beheld betwixt Borough Botany Bay bride Caithness Calais calm camp cheek choly circumstance cold crystal waters dance dark dead death deep distant dreams Dundalk earth entered face fair Falmouth fearful feelings fire Francesca Zamora friends gaze gentleman gleam grave green happy hath haunts heard heart Heaven hills hope horror hour human human voice immediately Ireland Jack ladies land lence length light look Macara Magnus melan ment mingle morning nature never night once Orcadians Orkney ORKNEY WEDDING pale Paris party passed Peninsular Campaigns Père la Chaise pleasure Pyrenees recollections regiment reverie sail scene seemed seen shadow ship shore smiles soldier solitude soon sorrow sound stood storm stranger Sule Skerry sweet tent thing tion village voice wander Welsh rabbits wild woods wounded young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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 ; —
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.