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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... kind and austere fathers ; men faithful in all the connexions of life ; and others , unhallowed by the dereliction of every sacred and bounden duty , in our news - room . I like to frequent it also , and look earnestly in every strange ...
... kind and austere fathers ; men faithful in all the connexions of life ; and others , unhallowed by the dereliction of every sacred and bounden duty , in our news - room . I like to frequent it also , and look earnestly in every strange ...
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... kind - hearted , yet haughty and overbearing ; benevolent , yet constantly railing at beggary ; ever doing good , and yet inflicting injury ; in short , an eccentric being whom many thought perfectly happy , but in reality one whom I ...
... kind - hearted , yet haughty and overbearing ; benevolent , yet constantly railing at beggary ; ever doing good , and yet inflicting injury ; in short , an eccentric being whom many thought perfectly happy , but in reality one whom I ...
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... - santry found in him a benevolent friend , a kind considerate landlord , and a just and upright pro- tector of the feeble against the strong . They were ready to guard his dwelling with their lives against strangers THE STAGE COACH . 161.
... - santry found in him a benevolent friend , a kind considerate landlord , and a just and upright pro- tector of the feeble against the strong . They were ready to guard his dwelling with their lives against strangers THE STAGE COACH . 161.
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... kind and generous feeling amongst the Irish Mem- bers , who hitherto opposed us violently . Believe me that they are worthier and better men than our passions allowed us to think . I " Good ! friend Charles , " replied Jack , 164 THE ...
... kind and generous feeling amongst the Irish Mem- bers , who hitherto opposed us violently . Believe me that they are worthier and better men than our passions allowed us to think . I " Good ! friend Charles , " replied Jack , 164 THE ...
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... kind old father , whom I would not leave for all the honours that Lord - Lieutenants and Kings could shower upon me . No , I praise the Irish government because I believe , from the bottom of my soul , that it is raising my native land ...
... kind old father , whom I would not leave for all the honours that Lord - Lieutenants and Kings could shower upon me . No , I praise the Irish government because I believe , from the bottom of my soul , that it is raising my native land ...
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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.