The story of Alec Drummond, of the 17th lancers, Том 1;Том 318 |
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13th Light Dragoons 17th Lancers 8th Hussars afternoon Alec appeared arms army arrived asked Bashi-Bazouks beautiful beheld board the Himalaya British army camp Captain cavalry cheerful cholera colonel companion comrades cried Crimea crowd dark dead dear deck Dover Dover Castle Dragoons encampment enemy enlist exclaimed eyes face fancied feel feet felt followed Fraser French front going ground hand head horses Hounslow hour Hussars inquired lady land London look Maidstone Maidstone barracks ment Mike miles minutes morning moving Muckleton mutton nearly night non-commissioned officers o'clock O'Flaggan officers once passed Peter Marsh quarters rain recruit regiment replied rest road royal Guardsmen Russian saddles sailors scarcely Scots Greys seemed sergeant Sergeant-Major Brown ship shore Shumla sight sleep streets sudden surprised tell tents thought told troops trotted Turkish Turks turned Varna walk waves wind words
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Стр. 137 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Стр. 138 - To ALL you ladies now at land We men at sea indite, But first would have you understand How hard it is to write: The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you...
Стр. 199 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Стр. 274 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
Стр. 96 - Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men that fishes gnawed upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearL Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea.
Стр. 168 - The life of a modern soldier is ill represented by heroic fiction. War has means of destruction more formidable than the cannon and the sword. Of the thousands and ten thousands that perished in our late contests with France and Spain, a very small part ever felt the stroke of an enemy ; the rest languished in tents and ships, amidst damps and putrefaction ; pale, torpid, spiritless and helpless ; gasping and groaning, unpitied among men, made obdurate by long continuance of hopeless misery ; and...
Стр. 96 - All scattered in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep, And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.
Стр. 197 - Still rusted in their bony hands ; In plague and famine some ! Earth's cities had no sound nor tread ; And ships were drifting with the dead To shores where all was dumb...
Стр. 57 - If any gentlemen, soldiers, or others, have a mind to serve her majesty, and pull down the French king : if any prentices have severe masters, any children have undutiful parents : if any servants have too little wages, or any husband too much wife : let them repair to the noble Serjeant Kite, at the sign of the Raven in this good town of Shrewsbury, and they shall receive present relief and entertainment.
Стр. 224 - Restless it rolls, now fix'd, and now anon Flashing afar, - and at his iron feet Destruction cowers, to mark what deeds are done; For on this morn three potent nations meet, To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet.