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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... beautiful summer day which made Emily Lionel's own , Conamore was a gay scene . Bells were ringing , guns were firing , flags were flying , labour stood still , and pleasure was on tip - toe . At night all the hills were in a blaze ...
... beautiful summer day which made Emily Lionel's own , Conamore was a gay scene . Bells were ringing , guns were firing , flags were flying , labour stood still , and pleasure was on tip - toe . At night all the hills were in a blaze ...
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... beautiful young creature in his own neigh- bourhood , had from his earliest age received the homage of his eyes at church , and he never after was able to transfer his devotion to any other saint . While he was dreaming of Emma and ...
... beautiful young creature in his own neigh- bourhood , had from his earliest age received the homage of his eyes at church , and he never after was able to transfer his devotion to any other saint . While he was dreaming of Emma and ...
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... beautiful oval of her countenance , her wild blue eyes , and jet black hair , the symmetry of her form , the sweetness of her voice , the luscious ripeness of her lips , the transpa- rent whiteness of her teeth and forehead , with the ...
... beautiful oval of her countenance , her wild blue eyes , and jet black hair , the symmetry of her form , the sweetness of her voice , the luscious ripeness of her lips , the transpa- rent whiteness of her teeth and forehead , with the ...
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... beautiful water - birds dancing on the bright waves . Far a - head we saw a steam- packet , like a volcano , vomiting smoke and blaze , and dashing at a prodigious rate towards us , whilst we were foaming and roaring forward against ...
... beautiful water - birds dancing on the bright waves . Far a - head we saw a steam- packet , like a volcano , vomiting smoke and blaze , and dashing at a prodigious rate towards us , whilst we were foaming and roaring forward against ...
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... . " - " There lived in one of the beautiful valleys of Travancore , " commenced my friend Malony , " a respectable man named Chunda Gopal , who pos- sessed a small estate in pepper plantations , cocoa - 252 THE OYSTER .
... . " - " There lived in one of the beautiful valleys of Travancore , " commenced my friend Malony , " a respectable man named Chunda Gopal , who pos- sessed a small estate in pepper plantations , cocoa - 252 THE OYSTER .
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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.