The Staff Officer: Or, the Soldier of Fortune : a Tale of Real Life, Zväzok 1E. L. Carey & A. Hart, 1833 |
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Strana 8
... Irish boy , whose foot , for the first time , pressed the sod of a foreign land . How we got to Edinburgh , I neither knew nor heeded ; not seeing any thing in the land of cakes to admire , or engage my particular attention , until I ...
... Irish boy , whose foot , for the first time , pressed the sod of a foreign land . How we got to Edinburgh , I neither knew nor heeded ; not seeing any thing in the land of cakes to admire , or engage my particular attention , until I ...
Strana 12
... Irish court , and on these occasions we were profusely regaled , from time to time , with the aforesaid good things . Alas ! how shorn of its splendour that same court appeared , when in 1804 I was myself a visiter and guest , compared ...
... Irish court , and on these occasions we were profusely regaled , from time to time , with the aforesaid good things . Alas ! how shorn of its splendour that same court appeared , when in 1804 I was myself a visiter and guest , compared ...
Strana 16
... was too much attached to his first and only master to leave him ; he , therefore , declined promotion to the forms of the Irish Demosthenes , as Mr. White was then named . CHAPTER V. " I shall the effect of thy good 16 THE STAFF OFFICER ;
... was too much attached to his first and only master to leave him ; he , therefore , declined promotion to the forms of the Irish Demosthenes , as Mr. White was then named . CHAPTER V. " I shall the effect of thy good 16 THE STAFF OFFICER ;
Strana 20
... Irish ladies , as enthusiastic as their coun- trymen , were equally zealous and ardent in support of the young Romeo . Seated in the manager's box , secluded from public observa- tion , sat the Irish Demosthenes , and his indescribably ...
... Irish ladies , as enthusiastic as their coun- trymen , were equally zealous and ardent in support of the young Romeo . Seated in the manager's box , secluded from public observa- tion , sat the Irish Demosthenes , and his indescribably ...
Strana 21
... Irish ; —the action , reading , speech , and manner of the Young Gentleman , " were perfection all . 66 The tragedy was repeated with equal success ; and on the third representation , the " Young Gentleman " was announced as " Mr ...
... Irish ; —the action , reading , speech , and manner of the Young Gentleman , " were perfection all . 66 The tragedy was repeated with equal success ; and on the third representation , the " Young Gentleman " was announced as " Mr ...
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The Staff Officer; Or, The Soldier of Fortune: A Tale of Real Life, Zväzok 1 Oliver Moore Úplné zobrazenie - 1833 |
The Staff Officer: Or, the Soldier of Fortune : a Tale of Real Life, Zväzok 1 Oliver Moore Úplné zobrazenie - 1831 |
The Staff Officer: Or, the Soldier of Fortune : a Tale of Real Life, Zväzok 1 Oliver Moore Úplné zobrazenie - 1831 |
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Strana 1 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 165 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Strana 173 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets-- Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Strana 115 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet...
Strana 86 - And let th' aspiring youth beware of love, Of the smooth glance beware; for 'tis too late, When on his heart the torrent softness pours. Then wisdom prostrate lies, and fading fame Dissolves in air away ; while the fond soul, Wrapt in gay visions of unreal bliss, Still paints th' illusive form ; the kindling grace ; Th...
Strana 150 - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Strana 11 - Full are thy cities with the sons of Art; And trade, and joy, in every busy street, Mingling are heard; even Drudgery himself, As at the car he sweats, or dusty hews The palace stone, looks gay. Thy crowded ports, Where rising masts an endless prospect yield, With labour burn...
Strana 180 - Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Strana 123 - tis in my custody. Oth. Ha! lago. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy ; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on : that cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger ; But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves ! Oth.
Strana 73 - Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...