Winter evenings; or, Tales of travellers, Том 3

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Darton, Harvey, and Darton., 1820 - 211 стор.

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Сторінка 51 - Miserable they ! Who, here entangled in the gathering ice, Take their last look of the descending sun ; While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost, The long long night, incumbent o'er their heads, Falls horrible.
Сторінка 87 - Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast where'er we roam, His first, best country, ever is at home. And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare, And estimate the blessings which they share, Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind ; As different good, by art or nature given To different nations, makes their blessings even.
Сторінка 53 - He for the passage sought, attempted since So much in vain, and seeming to be shut By jealous Nature with eternal bars.
Сторінка 80 - ... he used frequently to make, " That nothing happens to the people of God but what is intended for their good ;" asking him, "whether he thought his broken leg was so." He answered meekly, "I make no question but it is.
Сторінка 100 - Where the snorting sea-horse shows His ivory teeth in grinning rows; Where tumbling in their sealskin boat, Fearless the hungry fishers float, And from teeming seas supply The food their niggard plains deny.
Сторінка 87 - But where to find that happiest spot below Who can direct, when all pretend to know ? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own ; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease : The naked Negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine...
Сторінка 156 - His will be done. If it be our fortune to end our days here, we are as near Heaven as in England ; and we are much bound to God Almighty for giving us so large a time of repentance...
Сторінка 33 - ... came in the water had just reached the shore, and now he thought of nothing but becoming the prey of this formidable animal. His hair stood on end. He looked behind him, and saw the bear but a little way off, advancing with his nose in the air, as if he was snuffing the scent. Not doubting that he was the object of the bear's pursuit, his terror became excessive, and he had scarcely breath left to call to his men to stop. Just at this moment he unfortunately dropped his gun, and stooping to pick...
Сторінка 116 - ... reach, a vast alabaster pavement overspread the surface of the sea, whose dark blue waters could only be seen at intervals, where parts of the pavement appeared to have been convulsively torn up, and heaped upon each other in ruined fragments. The snow-white surface of this immense plain formed a most striking contrast to the deep black clouds of a stormy night; through which, uninterrupted flashes of forky lightning succeeded each other with great rapidity...
Сторінка 193 - Phthisis slow leads lingering to the tomb — Lest Man should sink beneath the present pain ; Lest Man should triumph in the present joy ; For him th' unvarying laws of Heaven ordain, Hope in his ills, and to his bliss alloy.

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