Romance of Travel: From Brest to the Isle of Bourbon, Brazil, &cJ. Blackwood, 1854 - 1 Seiten |
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... sort of secret enthusiasm , took possession of my mind , already placing before me , in imagination , the splendid countries which I was now about to have the opportunity of seeing ; for although my heart was far from forgetting what I ...
... sort of secret enthusiasm , took possession of my mind , already placing before me , in imagination , the splendid countries which I was now about to have the opportunity of seeing ; for although my heart was far from forgetting what I ...
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... sort of men , in whom we so distinctly trace the firm and rigid cha- racter of the marine , and whose cool self - reliance and experience inspired others with confidence in the hour of danger ; the officers under his command , were also ...
... sort of men , in whom we so distinctly trace the firm and rigid cha- racter of the marine , and whose cool self - reliance and experience inspired others with confidence in the hour of danger ; the officers under his command , were also ...
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... sort of lethargic state , from which they find it so impossible to extricate themselves , that the slight variations in their mo- notonous life , such as relieving guard , smoking , eating and drinking , & c . , are listlessly and ...
... sort of lethargic state , from which they find it so impossible to extricate themselves , that the slight variations in their mo- notonous life , such as relieving guard , smoking , eating and drinking , & c . , are listlessly and ...
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... sort of mist , the light vapour resembling the sacred veil thrown over the face of an idol , which permits the eye to divine the outline of the figure , but not to behold the effulgence of its full beauty . The road from Laguna to ...
... sort of mist , the light vapour resembling the sacred veil thrown over the face of an idol , which permits the eye to divine the outline of the figure , but not to behold the effulgence of its full beauty . The road from Laguna to ...
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... rosy little children , as fair and lovely as cherubs , and her husband appeared to have no other occupation than that of making excursions to different parts of the Peak , which seemed 32 THE ENGLISH . to be a sort of mania.
... rosy little children , as fair and lovely as cherubs , and her husband appeared to have no other occupation than that of making excursions to different parts of the Peak , which seemed 32 THE ENGLISH . to be a sort of mania.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
admiration Albatross ancient Mariner animals appearance APPENDIX arrived beautiful bird Bourbon Braone Brazil Brazilian breeze burning stream Canary Canary islands Cape Town charming coleoptera colony companions creatures creole cultivated custom delighted dressed dwelling elegant Espérance excursion eyes families fazenda fazendeiro flowers foliage forest France French fruits Guanches honour horses Hottentot huts immense inhabitants insect island Isle of Bourbon kind labour Lagrené Laguna land latter leave light live looked manner master morning mountain mulatto native nature negresses negroes never night Novo Friburgo Paarl perceived planters plants Port Natal possessed pretty priest Queimado replied resemble residence road rocks round Santa Cruz scarcely scene seemed Senhor Patricio Serra ship silk worm singular slaves soil sort stream sugar Syren Teneriffe thing tion took traveller trees tropical valley vegetation vessel walk whilst wretched young girl
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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,...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.