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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... never be ac- quired by imitation . " - Monthly Review . " It contains many sweet little poems , and some of a very su- perior order , that are distinguished by force , beauty , and origi- nality . " - London Weekly Review . In One thick ...
... never be ac- quired by imitation . " - Monthly Review . " It contains many sweet little poems , and some of a very su- perior order , that are distinguished by force , beauty , and origi- nality . " - London Weekly Review . In One thick ...
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... never mind that , sudden death or glorious victory , - noble alternatives ! They that survive will be lucky dogs , -all captains to a dead certainty , Egad , though , but there will be some wigs on the green ! " Such is the consolatory ...
... never mind that , sudden death or glorious victory , - noble alternatives ! They that survive will be lucky dogs , -all captains to a dead certainty , Egad , though , but there will be some wigs on the green ! " Such is the consolatory ...
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... never forget . He stood in a lounging attitude on the field where we reposed , and surveyed the troops with a look of grim delight . His dark visage brightening beneath a smile resembled a sun - touched thunder - cloud , with whose ...
... never forget . He stood in a lounging attitude on the field where we reposed , and surveyed the troops with a look of grim delight . His dark visage brightening beneath a smile resembled a sun - touched thunder - cloud , with whose ...
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... the weary pilgrimage of life , for no better end at last than to lie down and moulder away into the cold earth , and be as if we had never been ? ' " While I stood bewildered in these melan- choly reflections THE BIVOUACK . 49.
... the weary pilgrimage of life , for no better end at last than to lie down and moulder away into the cold earth , and be as if we had never been ? ' " While I stood bewildered in these melan- choly reflections THE BIVOUACK . 49.
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... never were the returning light and the fresh breath of the morning more welcome to me , as they chased away the horrors of these wild tales , which pressed like an incubus on my breast . FRANCESCA ZAMORA . FRANCESCA ZAMORA . " Oh grief ...
... never were the returning light and the fresh breath of the morning more welcome to me , as they chased away the horrors of these wild tales , which pressed like an incubus on my breast . FRANCESCA ZAMORA . FRANCESCA ZAMORA . " Oh grief ...
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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.