The National Preceptor: Or, Selections in Prose and Poetry; Consisting of Narrative, Descriptive, Argumentative, Didactic, Pathetic, and Humorous Pieces ...Goodwin and Robinson & Pratt, 1838 - 336 Seiten |
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... uncle Toby could have taken Dendermond itself , with less trouble than he was able to gain this point over him ; for many a time when my uncle Toby supposed the corporal's leg was at rest , he would look back and detect him standing ...
... uncle Toby could have taken Dendermond itself , with less trouble than he was able to gain this point over him ; for many a time when my uncle Toby supposed the corporal's leg was at rest , he would look back and detect him standing ...
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... uncle Toby ; and thou shalt drink the poor gentleman's health in a glass of sack thyself - and take a couple of bottles , with my service , and tell him he is heartily welcome to them , and to a dozen more , if they will do him good . 6 ...
... uncle Toby ; and thou shalt drink the poor gentleman's health in a glass of sack thyself - and take a couple of bottles , with my service , and tell him he is heartily welcome to them , and to a dozen more , if they will do him good . 6 ...
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... uncle Toby ; but I am not at rest in my mind , Trim , since the account the landlord has given me -I wish I had not known so much of this affair - added my uncle Toby - or that I had known more of it : -how shall we manage it ? Leave it ...
... uncle Toby ; but I am not at rest in my mind , Trim , since the account the landlord has given me -I wish I had not known so much of this affair - added my uncle Toby - or that I had known more of it : -how shall we manage it ? Leave it ...
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... uncle Toby - he has been bred up from an infant in the army , and the name of a soldier , Trim , sounded in his ears like the name of a friend . I wish I had him here . 17. I never , in the longest march , said the corporal , had so ...
... uncle Toby - he has been bred up from an infant in the army , and the name of a soldier , Trim , sounded in his ears like the name of a friend . I wish I had him here . 17. I never , in the longest march , said the corporal , had so ...
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... uncle Toby , — but when a soldier , said I , an't please your reverence , has been standing for twelve hours together , in the trenches , up to his knees in cold water - or engaged , said I , for months together , in long and dangerous ...
... uncle Toby , — but when a soldier , said I , an't please your reverence , has been standing for twelve hours together , in the trenches , up to his knees in cold water - or engaged , said I , for months together , in long and dangerous ...
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Seite 154 - The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Seite 295 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Seite 278 - Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.
Seite 156 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 326 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Seite 326 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Seite 299 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Seite 292 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Seite 301 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ; that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Seite 256 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends , — do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.