Temple Bar, Том 5Ward and Lock, 1862 |
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... leaving only a great indented cicatrix , as though some Giant had forced his finger into my flesh , and of which I shall never be rid . Two more of our Gang died of the Gaol Fever before Assize time ; one was so fortunate as to break ...
... leaving only a great indented cicatrix , as though some Giant had forced his finger into my flesh , and of which I shall never be rid . Two more of our Gang died of the Gaol Fever before Assize time ; one was so fortunate as to break ...
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... leaving the river , which wound to the left , pushed on for several miles through an open plain ankle - deep in water . They after- wards came upon an encampment of natives , in a thick plantation , where they had been digging yams ...
... leaving the river , which wound to the left , pushed on for several miles through an open plain ankle - deep in water . They after- wards came upon an encampment of natives , in a thick plantation , where they had been digging yams ...
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... leave many of their stores behind for want of a beast to carry them . Though reduced to great extremities , they pushed on with their utmost speed towards their depôt . Their chief food now was the dried flesh of the animals they had ...
... leave many of their stores behind for want of a beast to carry them . Though reduced to great extremities , they pushed on with their utmost speed towards their depôt . Their chief food now was the dried flesh of the animals they had ...
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... leave many things be- hind , even after making a heavy load for the sole remaining camel , and a " swag " of twenty - five pounds ' weight for each man . Their difficulties were shortly increased by their uncertainty as to the path they ...
... leave many things be- hind , even after making a heavy load for the sole remaining camel , and a " swag " of twenty - five pounds ' weight for each man . Their difficulties were shortly increased by their uncertainty as to the path they ...
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... leave him , with a supply of nardoo , water , and wood close to him , and go in search of the natives , as the only chance of saving their lives . He gave Burke a letter to his father and his watch , and buried his diary ; and urged ...
... leave him , with a supply of nardoo , water , and wood close to him , and go in search of the natives , as the only chance of saving their lives . He gave Burke a letter to his father and his watch , and buried his diary ; and urged ...
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Сторінка 58 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Сторінка 58 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Сторінка 66 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still, The better angel is a man right fair: The worser spirit a woman coloured ill. To win me soon to hell my female evil, Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil: Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Сторінка 61 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
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Сторінка 63 - gainst my strong infection ; No bitterness that I will bitter think, Nor double penance, to correct correction. Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye Even that your pity is enough to cure me.
Сторінка 56 - Poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song : But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice ; in it and in my rhyme.