The Flowers of Literature: Consisting of Selections from History, Biography, Poetry, and Romance; Jeux D'esprit, Traditionary Relics, and Essays, with Translations from Approved Authors, Том 1T. Tegg, 1824 |
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... town of Meussau , in Swabia , he was recognized by his companions ; and the report was carried to the re- verend fathers of the town , that the valiant Brenno , escaped from the massacre of his countrymen , was re- turning in triumph to ...
... town of Meussau , in Swabia , he was recognized by his companions ; and the report was carried to the re- verend fathers of the town , that the valiant Brenno , escaped from the massacre of his countrymen , was re- turning in triumph to ...
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... town , that Brenno had made a compact with the devil ; that the virtue of his mother had exposed the fraud ; and that Apollyon , ac- companied by a cloud of sulphur and brimstone , was seen to fly away , with a torch in one hand and his ...
... town , that Brenno had made a compact with the devil ; that the virtue of his mother had exposed the fraud ; and that Apollyon , ac- companied by a cloud of sulphur and brimstone , was seen to fly away , with a torch in one hand and his ...
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... town , just like a dog , without ever a bridle , no , nor so much as a halter . - Well , master never breakfasted at home : -the first thing in the morning , he used to put some soft gin- gerbread in his pocket , for his teeth were ...
... town , just like a dog , without ever a bridle , no , nor so much as a halter . - Well , master never breakfasted at home : -the first thing in the morning , he used to put some soft gin- gerbread in his pocket , for his teeth were ...
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... town and country , by night and by day , through storm and sunshine , and thou never made a bolt or a boggle with me till now . -Thou hast carried me over five thousand dead bodies before breakfast , and twice saved my life - once when ...
... town and country , by night and by day , through storm and sunshine , and thou never made a bolt or a boggle with me till now . -Thou hast carried me over five thousand dead bodies before breakfast , and twice saved my life - once when ...
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... Town , where he was mortally wounded by the less civilised savage who was appointed to guard him . To the last moment his courage re- mained unbroken . Like the staff of the prophet , it was his support alike in prosperity and adversity ...
... Town , where he was mortally wounded by the less civilised savage who was appointed to guard him . To the last moment his courage re- mained unbroken . Like the staff of the prophet , it was his support alike in prosperity and adversity ...
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Æneid Alkaid appeared arms ascer beautiful bells Beresina Billy Billy Taylor boat body Brahmin Brenno called captain character Chilvers church countenance court dead death door dreadful dress duke Emperor Esbern Snare escape eyes father favour fear feelings fell fire fool gave gentleman ghosts grave GRIHASTHA hand head heard heart honour hope horses hour Jean Gordon John Sheares kind king lady length lived London look Lord marriage mind mistress morning Moscow mother Mozart nature never night NORTH RONA observed once Papa Stour passed person poet poor queen racter returned salt salt-box seemed smile soldiers sometimes soon soul spirit tears tell Thalia thing thou thought tion told took town Ve Skerries veil Venetian Venice Whig wife witch woman words young
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Сторінка 318 - And 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...
Сторінка 318 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs, Which ne'er might be repeated...
Сторінка 182 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Сторінка 55 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Сторінка 182 - A fool, a fool ! I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool ; a miserable world ! As I do live by food, I met a fool ; Who laid him down and basked him in the sun, And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. ' Good morrow, fool,
Сторінка 318 - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war ; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star ; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — " The foe ! They come ! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering...
Сторінка 317 - Or the car rattling o'er the stony street ; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet. But hark ! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat ; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm ! arm ! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar.
Сторінка 86 - There was no trace by which the name of the ship could be ascertained. The wreck had evidently drifted about for many months ; clusters of shell-fish had fastened about it, and long sea-weeds flaunted at its sides.
Сторінка 319 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife. The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is cover'd thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heap'd and pent, Rider and horse — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent ! XXIX.
Сторінка 88 - None but those who have experienced it can form an idea of the delicious throng of sensations which rush into an American's bosom when he first comes in sight of Europe. There is a volume of associations in the very name. It is the land of promise, teeming with every thing of which his childhood has heard, or on which his studious years have pondered.