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 9
... mind on the spirit of conjecture for a full hour . Youth and nature , however , asserted their claims , and I was locked in profound sleep , when the summons to rise was given next morning . On descending to the parlour , the cheerful ...
... mind on the spirit of conjecture for a full hour . Youth and nature , however , asserted their claims , and I was locked in profound sleep , when the summons to rise was given next morning . On descending to the parlour , the cheerful ...
Strana 11
... of sights , which would not appear Gothic to dwell on in this age of refine- ment , and as the impressions on the mind of a boy could not prove interesting to the reader of any age , I OR , THE SOLDIER OF FORTUNE . 11 CHAPTER III. ...
... of sights , which would not appear Gothic to dwell on in this age of refine- ment , and as the impressions on the mind of a boy could not prove interesting to the reader of any age , I OR , THE SOLDIER OF FORTUNE . 11 CHAPTER III. ...
Strana 12
... mind every mouthful I devoured , as if shocked at my voracity ; but his un- timely remark- " The Staffordshire air seems to have given you a sharp appetite , young gentleman , " instantly threw a flag of truce over the wall of a raised ...
... mind every mouthful I devoured , as if shocked at my voracity ; but his un- timely remark- " The Staffordshire air seems to have given you a sharp appetite , young gentleman , " instantly threw a flag of truce over the wall of a raised ...
Strana 13
... mind meant no more than- " Stand not on the order of your going , but go at once . " So off we set , I muttering execrations against the inhospitality of the country , my father laughing at my an- noyance . CHAPTER IV . " I'll wear him ...
... mind meant no more than- " Stand not on the order of your going , but go at once . " So off we set , I muttering execrations against the inhospitality of the country , my father laughing at my an- noyance . CHAPTER IV . " I'll wear him ...
Strana 15
... mind the scenes of our happy journey ; although placed on an equal footing with my second brother , and being allowed a pony to myself and indulged with half my week as holidays , I felt a new and hitherto unknown misery imbitter my ...
... mind the scenes of our happy journey ; although placed on an equal footing with my second brother , and being allowed a pony to myself and indulged with half my week as holidays , I felt a new and hitherto unknown misery imbitter my ...
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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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adjutant amiable amongst appeared Arabin arms arrived beauty bestowed blessing brother called Captain CHAPTER cheer Clonmell cockade Colonel command compliment daugh dear delight dress Dublin Dublin harbour duty Earl Earl of Westmeath Ensign eyes face fair father favour feelings felt followed gallant gave geant gentleman girl half hand happy heard heart Holyhead honour hour Husho indulged Ireland Irish John Doyle Joseph Atkinson kind lady leave letter lieutenant lips look Lord Lord Rawdon Manor Rawdon Maria miles mind morning Mullingar Nag's Head Nanny never night o'clock O'Farrel officer old Robin once party passed person pleasure poor quarter-master quarters Rafferty received recollections recruits regiment rendered seemed Sergeant Macnab silence SIR JOHN BLAQUIERE soldier soon spirits tears Templemore thought tinker tion took town widow wife wish woman words wretched young youth
Populárne pasáže
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...