Romance of Travel: From Brest to the Isle of Bourbon, Brazil, &cJ. Blackwood, 1854 - 1 стор. |
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... extreme , and give way to a state of nervous excitement , which renders them in the highest degree irritable and susceptible , and leads them to regard the slightest duty they may have to perform as an affair of the greatest importance ...
... extreme , and give way to a state of nervous excitement , which renders them in the highest degree irritable and susceptible , and leads them to regard the slightest duty they may have to perform as an affair of the greatest importance ...
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... extreme antiquity of these houses indi- cates , even more strongly than their style of architecture , that they were built after the conquest , and that they belong to the great epoch of Spanish monarchy . At the present day the old ...
... extreme antiquity of these houses indi- cates , even more strongly than their style of architecture , that they were built after the conquest , and that they belong to the great epoch of Spanish monarchy . At the present day the old ...
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... extreme scarcity of the animal species , having , in these solitary parts , seen but very few birds , and hardly any insects ; only a few butterflies , here and there , roaming over the flowers ; even the canary - bird itself has almost ...
... extreme scarcity of the animal species , having , in these solitary parts , seen but very few birds , and hardly any insects ; only a few butterflies , here and there , roaming over the flowers ; even the canary - bird itself has almost ...
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... extreme hatred they bore to the late Regent , who might certainly have acknowledged on enemy in every single inhabitant of Santa Cruz . Like the rest of the Canary islands , Teneriffe is now in a very precarious condition , as the ...
... extreme hatred they bore to the late Regent , who might certainly have acknowledged on enemy in every single inhabitant of Santa Cruz . Like the rest of the Canary islands , Teneriffe is now in a very precarious condition , as the ...
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... extreme distress and positive want which prevails at present in the Canary islands , must strike any beholder of them with pity . I have often heard men of high standing express their regret that the time for struggling with the powers ...
... extreme distress and positive want which prevails at present in the Canary islands , must strike any beholder of them with pity . I have often heard men of high standing express their regret that the time for struggling with the powers ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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,...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.