Recollections of a rifleman's wife, at home and abroad, Том 4221851 |
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Recollections of a Rifleman's Wife: At Home and Abroad F M Fitzmaurice Недоступно для просмотра - 2018 |
Recollections of a Rifleman's Wife: At Home and Abroad F M Fitzmaurice Недоступно для просмотра - 2018 |
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Стр. 31 - Heavens! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all The stretching landscape into smoke decays!
Стр. 123 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Стр. 92 - They that go down to the sea in ships : and occupy their business in great waters ; These men see the works of the Lord : and his wonders in the deep. For at his word the stormy wind ariseth : which lifteth up the waves thereof.
Стр. 44 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France ! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Стр. 90 - Gaily the Troubadour Touched his guitar As he was hastening Home from the war. Singing from Palestine Hither I come Lady Love ! Lady Love ! Welcome me home.
Стр. 154 - NW of the centre there is a detached bank, with twenty-three fathoms on it. All the rock appears to be dark-coloured porous lava, and the sand (which is extremely fine in the deepest water) is composed entirely of particles of the same substance ; by this the soundings near the shoal may be distinguished, but it should be approached with great caution...
Стр. 1 - ERIN ! the tear and the smile in thine eyes Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies ! Shining through sorrow's stream, Saddening through pleasure's beam, Thy suns with doubtful gleam Weep while they rise. Erin ! thy silent tear never shall cease, Erin ! thy languid smile ne'er shall increase, Till, like the rainbow's light, Thy various tints unite, And form in Heaven's sight One arch of peace ! OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME.
Стр. 152 - With a rush, Startling deep Midnight on her throne, rose up, From the red mouth of ^Etna's burning mount, A giant tree of fire, whence sprouted out Thousands of boundless branches, which put forth Their fiery foliage in the sky, and showered Their fruit, the red-hot levin, to the earth, In terrible profusion. Some fell back Into the hell from whence they sprang; and some, Gaining an impulse from the winds that raged Unceasingly around, sped o'er the main, And, hissing, dived to an eternal home Beneath...
Стр. 34 - They quitted not their harness bright Neither by day nor yet by night • They lay down to rest, With corslet laced, Pillowed on buckler cold and hard ; They carved at the meal With gloves of steel, And they drank the red wine through the helmet barred.
Стр. 156 - In the soft, warm, grey light of a Mediterranean morning, and from the bosom of a perfectly unruffled ocean, the new volcano was exhibiting its mighty operations. From the crater, which appeared in the form of a cone, jagged at the top, a fleecy vapour rose in globular clouds, which, expanding themselves majestically, assumed in their ascent the form of a towering plume — si parva licet componere magnis — that known as the illustrious decoration of the Prince of Wales.