Tom Cringle's LogGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1835 - 432 pages |
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... turning of the road , that wound along the foot of the hill close to the shore . " The uniform of the Prussians ... turned towards the thoroughfare , and with the stu- pendous size of the churches . We halted for a moment , in the ...
... turning of the road , that wound along the foot of the hill close to the shore . " The uniform of the Prussians ... turned towards the thoroughfare , and with the stu- pendous size of the churches . We halted for a moment , in the ...
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... turning me out of my own house in Hamburgh — mention last night at supper . But a man like Davoust cannot be judged of by common rules . He has , in short , taken a fancy to me , for which you may thank your stars - although your life ...
... turning me out of my own house in Hamburgh — mention last night at supper . But a man like Davoust cannot be judged of by common rules . He has , in short , taken a fancy to me , for which you may thank your stars - although your life ...
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... turned towards the ridge of the hill , and , when he involuntarily wrung his hands , they gave a loud scream , a fear- ful concerto , and ran off into the house . The breeze at this moment " aside the shroud of battle cast , " and we ...
... turned towards the ridge of the hill , and , when he involuntarily wrung his hands , they gave a loud scream , a fear- ful concerto , and ran off into the house . The breeze at this moment " aside the shroud of battle cast , " and we ...
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... turned towards the ladies , and was making himself as agreeable as time and circumstances would admit , when a shot came crashing through the roof , broke down the ceiling , and knock- ing the flue of the stove to pieces , rebounded ...
... turned towards the ladies , and was making himself as agreeable as time and circumstances would admit , when a shot came crashing through the roof , broke down the ceiling , and knock- ing the flue of the stove to pieces , rebounded ...
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... Turning to the sergeant- ' My good fellow , the reconnoissance will soon be returning ; I shall pre- cede it into the town ... turned down to- wards the river ; and at the angle we could see thick wreaths of smoke curling up into the air ...
... Turning to the sergeant- ' My good fellow , the reconnoissance will soon be returning ; I shall pre- cede it into the town ... turned down to- wards the river ; and at the angle we could see thick wreaths of smoke curling up into the air ...
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Page 25 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 312 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 290 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 225 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure...
Page 296 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Page 350 - t be so, Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd; His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy. Sir, in this audience, Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil Free me so far in your most generous thoughts, That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house And hurt my brother.
Page 231 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Page 173 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
Page 190 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Page 296 - Came freshening, and reflecting all the scene : (A mirror in the depth of flowery shelves ;) So sweet a spot of earth you might, (I ween) Have guessed some congregation of the elves To sport by summer moons, had shaped it for themselves...