Forty years in the world; or, Sketches and tales of a soldier's life, by the author of Fifteen years in India, Band 2 |
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... thee , Twilight ! for thy gleams impart Their dear , their dying influence to my heart , When , o'er the harp of thought , thy passing wind Awakens all the music of the mind ; And joy and sorrow , as the spirit burns , And hope and ...
... thee , Twilight ! for thy gleams impart Their dear , their dying influence to my heart , When , o'er the harp of thought , thy passing wind Awakens all the music of the mind ; And joy and sorrow , as the spirit burns , And hope and ...
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... thee " woman ! " Thou art the devil ; she is an angel ! But when fallen ? Ha ! there you touch me ! Yes , Shakspeare , thou art right- " O , frailty ! thy name is woman ! " and " man , " too ! Well , I went to Seringapatam , leaving a ...
... thee " woman ! " Thou art the devil ; she is an angel ! But when fallen ? Ha ! there you touch me ! Yes , Shakspeare , thou art right- " O , frailty ! thy name is woman ! " and " man , " too ! Well , I went to Seringapatam , leaving a ...
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... thee - well ' to many a familiar face , the waving handkerchiefs on the beach streamed no longer to the eye , and we turned to a more contracted scene for pleasure and amusement . " Our society on board was not large : it con- sisted of ...
... thee - well ' to many a familiar face , the waving handkerchiefs on the beach streamed no longer to the eye , and we turned to a more contracted scene for pleasure and amusement . " Our society on board was not large : it con- sisted of ...
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... thee - well ! like a pearl thou wilt lie be- neath the tropic's dark waters , till dived for by angels . Brief has been thy span of painful existence . No more the tear shall trickle down thy distorted face . Thy mother may weep ; but ...
... thee - well ! like a pearl thou wilt lie be- neath the tropic's dark waters , till dived for by angels . Brief has been thy span of painful existence . No more the tear shall trickle down thy distorted face . Thy mother may weep ; but ...
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... thee ; fear is not an inmate of thy bosom ; hope has no false smile to allure thee forward to fictitious joys : thou shalt never know the cares of ambitious toil : the frowns of a de- spising world are unknown to thee ; neither coquetry ...
... thee ; fear is not an inmate of thy bosom ; hope has no false smile to allure thee forward to fictitious joys : thou shalt never know the cares of ambitious toil : the frowns of a de- spising world are unknown to thee ; neither coquetry ...
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Seite 135 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Seite 215 - O friendly to the best pursuits of man, Friendly to thought, to virtue, and to peace...
Seite 217 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute, From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Seite 167 - It must not be; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established: 'Twill be recorded for a precedent; And many an error, by the same example, Will rush into the state: it cannot be.
Seite 137 - When Heaven would kindly set us free, And earth's enchantment end ; It takes the most effectual means, And robs us of a friend.
Seite 296 - Such is the powre of that sweet passion, That it all sordid basenesse doth expell, And the refyned mynd doth newly fashion Unto a fairer forme, which now doth dwell In his high thought, that would it selfe excell, Which he beholding still with constant sight, Admires the mirrour of so heavenly light.
Seite 46 - Grace was in all her steps. Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Seite 127 - WE may roam through this world, like a child at a feast. Who but sips of a sweet, and then flies to the rest ; And, when pleasure begins to grow dull in the east, We may order our wings, and be off to the west...
Seite 95 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Seite 38 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are linked in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing, and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...