Romance of Travel: From Brest to the Isle of Bourbon, Brazil, &cJ. Blackwood, 1854 - Всего страниц: 1 |
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... causes , the manners and character should , after the many months passed in this manner , acquire a tinge of singu- larity which in time , amounts almost to a pathological trait . Discussions usually degenerate into disputes , an ...
... causes , the manners and character should , after the many months passed in this manner , acquire a tinge of singu- larity which in time , amounts almost to a pathological trait . Discussions usually degenerate into disputes , an ...
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... causing its own destruction , and the sea once more recovering its do- mains . The town of Franchi belongs to our agreeable friend , the Marquis De Collogan , and is universally frequented by all those who travel in this island ...
... causing its own destruction , and the sea once more recovering its do- mains . The town of Franchi belongs to our agreeable friend , the Marquis De Collogan , and is universally frequented by all those who travel in this island ...
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... caused the expulsion of Espartero from the Peninsula , and the emancipation of their young Sove- reign , ending with an attempt to move the people to some demonstration of loyalty ; to which , however , they responded very faintly , and ...
... caused the expulsion of Espartero from the Peninsula , and the emancipation of their young Sove- reign , ending with an attempt to move the people to some demonstration of loyalty ; to which , however , they responded very faintly , and ...
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... caused by our cold biting winters . On the ruined walls of some gardens , in the interior of the town , immense aloes mingled their sharp - pointed leaves with the bright - green foliage and golden fruit of the orange trees , and in the ...
... caused by our cold biting winters . On the ruined walls of some gardens , in the interior of the town , immense aloes mingled their sharp - pointed leaves with the bright - green foliage and golden fruit of the orange trees , and in the ...
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... caused me to stop short , while a broken voice from the other end of the chamber , exclaimed— “ My children , my dear children ! do not forget those who are in misery ! Por Dios , senor , un quartillo ! " " What- who is that ? " I ...
... caused me to stop short , while a broken voice from the other end of the chamber , exclaimed— “ My children , my dear children ! do not forget those who are in misery ! Por Dios , senor , un quartillo ! " " What- who is that ? " I ...
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Стр. 295 - With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Стр. 307 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Стр. 309 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Стр. 300 - How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist ! And still it neared and neared : As if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged and tacked and veered. With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried,...
Стр. 316 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach.
Стр. 298 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Стр. 308 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Стр. 303 - I looked upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away; I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I...
Стр. 297 - The sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariner's hollo ! And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Стр. 302 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.