Romance of Travel: From Brest to the Isle of Bourbon, Brazil, &cJ. Blackwood, 1854 - 1 стор. |
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... hand which raises it , and a cavalier in a dark cloak makes his appearance , and resumes the love - making , which has probably lasted for some months , and would very likely continue for several more , if marriage did not generally put ...
... hand which raises it , and a cavalier in a dark cloak makes his appearance , and resumes the love - making , which has probably lasted for some months , and would very likely continue for several more , if marriage did not generally put ...
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... hand , and whose warlike appearance makes the tax seem like a compulsory one , something resembling that which is too often levied by the celebrated bandoleros , on those dangerous roads in the Peninsula , which have acquired such ...
... hand , and whose warlike appearance makes the tax seem like a compulsory one , something resembling that which is too often levied by the celebrated bandoleros , on those dangerous roads in the Peninsula , which have acquired such ...
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... hand- some , but the general appearance of the country is bare and monotonous , like that of the plains of la Brie ; wheat alone can be cultivated here , as the fruits of the tropics cannot be brought to perfection . We remained a ...
... hand- some , but the general appearance of the country is bare and monotonous , like that of the plains of la Brie ; wheat alone can be cultivated here , as the fruits of the tropics cannot be brought to perfection . We remained a ...
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... hands ; how- ever , it is still very interesting , being quite a repository for the various vegetable productions of the whole world , and may one day become the rendezvous of the child of the tropics , and the inhabitant of the north ...
... hands ; how- ever , it is still very interesting , being quite a repository for the various vegetable productions of the whole world , and may one day become the rendezvous of the child of the tropics , and the inhabitant of the north ...
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... hands of industry , into a very precious substance employed in colouring . At the time of the restoration , the English and French visited Teneriffe for the purpose of gathering some of this singular lichen , which then sold for a very ...
... hands of industry , into a very precious substance employed in colouring . At the time of the restoration , the English and French visited Teneriffe for the purpose of gathering some of this singular lichen , which then sold for a very ...
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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.