South Africa: A Sketch Book of Men, Manners and Facts

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S. Sonnenschein, Lowrey, 1887 - Всего страниц: 505

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Стр. 352 - Time was when it was praise and boast enough In every clime, and travel where we might, That we were born her children. Praise enough To fill the' ambition of a private man, That Chatham's language was his mother tongue, And Wolfe's great name compatriot with his own.
Стр. 263 - Were wantoning together, free, Like age at play with infancy — Beneath that fresh and springing bower, Close by the lake she heard the moan Of one who at this silent hour, Had thither stolen to die alone — One who in life where'er he moved, Drew after him the hearts of many...
Стр. 103 - Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto those that be of heavy hearts. 7 Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more.
Стр. 36 - Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye ; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye? Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye ; and then shall thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.
Стр. 340 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Стр. 321 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Стр. 373 - The man Of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys. Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches ; and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and, of the human frame, A mechanized automaton.
Стр. 89 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale: And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves 'plain amid the forest deep, That drowsy rustled to the sighing gale ; And still a coil the grasshopper did keep; Yet all these sounds yblent inclined all to sleep.
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