Impressions at home and abroad; or, A year of real lifeSmith, Elder and Company, 1837 |
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... walked away with you . " " That is Mr. S. B.'s story , " I replied ; " wait until he comes out hunt- ing , and see if I don't walk away from him . " This charge upon my equestrian skill it may be proper to explain . I was riding a horse ...
... walked away with you . " " That is Mr. S. B.'s story , " I replied ; " wait until he comes out hunt- ing , and see if I don't walk away from him . " This charge upon my equestrian skill it may be proper to explain . I was riding a horse ...
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... walked the street , would shew their wounds which first bled in their garret , -what a book might be placed in the hands of pride ! What stern , wholesome rebukes for the selfish sons of fortune ! What sustaining sweetness for the faint ...
... walked the street , would shew their wounds which first bled in their garret , -what a book might be placed in the hands of pride ! What stern , wholesome rebukes for the selfish sons of fortune ! What sustaining sweetness for the faint ...
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... walked . There were three ser- vants in the hall ; but previous to my entering the drawing - room I desired to be shown into the tea - room . This was accordingly done , and I took tea , after which , having been duly named , I entered ...
... walked . There were three ser- vants in the hall ; but previous to my entering the drawing - room I desired to be shown into the tea - room . This was accordingly done , and I took tea , after which , having been duly named , I entered ...
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... the wounds which the words had made . On my return was a letter from my mother , enclosing one of introduction from the C. Bishop of our diocese , to the above- mentioned Bishop of London . 164 ENVIRONS OF LONDON . Saturday , 19th . Walked.
... the wounds which the words had made . On my return was a letter from my mother , enclosing one of introduction from the C. Bishop of our diocese , to the above- mentioned Bishop of London . 164 ENVIRONS OF LONDON . Saturday , 19th . Walked.
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James Roderick O'Flanagan. 164 ENVIRONS OF LONDON . Saturday , 19th . Walked for some time on the Wandsworth road : It is a pleasant road , the Wandsworth - the green fields by its side - the neat villas - the suburban habitations of the ...
James Roderick O'Flanagan. 164 ENVIRONS OF LONDON . Saturday , 19th . Walked for some time on the Wandsworth road : It is a pleasant road , the Wandsworth - the green fields by its side - the neat villas - the suburban habitations of the ...
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Page 317 - Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with Nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Page 21 - Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly...
Page 70 - And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 3 - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming; And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green; Now we come to chant our lay "Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Page xxiii - Then welcome business, welcome strife, Welcome the cares, the thorns of life, The visage wan, the pore-blind sight, The toil by day, the lamp by night, The tedious forms, the solemn prate, The pert dispute, the dull debate, The drowsy bench, the babbling hall, For thee, fair Justice, welcome all!
Page 233 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page i - What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life, by him who interests his heart in every thing, and who, having eyes to see what time and chance are perpetually holding out to him as he journeyeth on his way, misses nothing he can fairly lay his hands on...
Page 215 - Where the car climbed the Capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site : — Chaos of ruins! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say,
Page 31 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Page 47 - When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Such gallant chiding ; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.