Tom Cringle's Log, Том 2William Blackwood, Edinburgh; and T. Cadell, ... London., 1833 - Всего страниц: 384 |
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... lady's visits became shorter and shorter , and more and more distant , until at length they ceased alto- gether ; and once more Prosperity , like a dove with its heaven - borrowed hues all glowing in the morning sun , pitched one ...
... lady's visits became shorter and shorter , and more and more distant , until at length they ceased alto- gether ; and once more Prosperity , like a dove with its heaven - borrowed hues all glowing in the morning sun , pitched one ...
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... lady had manacled with a thread by the foot , the thread being fastened to a nail driven into a seam of the floor . As an article of food , I was already familiar with this creature , but I had never seen a living one before ; it was in ...
... lady had manacled with a thread by the foot , the thread being fastened to a nail driven into a seam of the floor . As an article of food , I was already familiar with this creature , but I had never seen a living one before ; it was in ...
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... lady - Mrs Cam- pana , I presume ? -Have the goodness to introduce me . " The skipper was presented in due form , the lady re- ceiving him without the least mauvaise honte , which , after all , I believe to be indigenous to our island ...
... lady - Mrs Cam- pana , I presume ? -Have the goodness to introduce me . " The skipper was presented in due form , the lady re- ceiving him without the least mauvaise honte , which , after all , I believe to be indigenous to our island ...
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... ladies , or señoras , as I ought to have called them , who were sitting so far back into the shade , at the dark end of the room , when we entered , that I could not tell what they were . Our hostess was , although a little woman , a ...
... ladies , or señoras , as I ought to have called them , who were sitting so far back into the shade , at the dark end of the room , when we entered , that I could not tell what they were . Our hostess was , although a little woman , a ...
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... lady of the house fetched some very pe- culiar distilled waters . She , in her kindness , filled a glass and helped Bang , but the instant he perceived the flavour , he thrust it away . Anniseed - damn anniseed - no , no - obliged ...
... lady of the house fetched some very pe- culiar distilled waters . She , in her kindness , filled a glass and helped Bang , but the instant he perceived the flavour , he thrust it away . Anniseed - damn anniseed - no , no - obliged ...
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Стр. 298 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Стр. 265 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Стр. 125 - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Стр. 251 - 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, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.
Стр. 114 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word; And gentle winds and waters near Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Стр. 114 - IT is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard ; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whispered word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue...
Стр. 384 - t be so, Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd ; His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy. Sir, in this audience, Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil Free me so far in your most generous thoughts, That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
Стр. 264 - Came freshening, and reflecting all the scene : (A mirror in the depth of flowery shelves ;) So sweet a spot of earth you might, (I ween) Have guessed some congregation of the elves To sport by summer moons, had shaped it for themselves...
Стр. 210 - He was the mildest manner'd man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat ; With such true breeding of a gentleman, You never could divine his real thought ; No courtier could, and scarcely woman can Gird more deceit within a petticoat ; Pity he loved adventurous life's variety, He was so great a loss to good society.
Стр. 1 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?