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 4
... never failed to give tidings of his approach . The boisterous noise of five score tongues , and twice as many hands , was in an instant subdued into broken murmurs , and before his well - powdered head displayed its snowy honours in the ...
... never failed to give tidings of his approach . The boisterous noise of five score tongues , and twice as many hands , was in an instant subdued into broken murmurs , and before his well - powdered head displayed its snowy honours in the ...
Strana 5
... never been separated from my family . During the summer season , we usually passed three or four months at Lucan , a delightful village within seven miles of Dublin , and nearly adjoining the romantic Leixlip , celebrated for its ...
... never been separated from my family . During the summer season , we usually passed three or four months at Lucan , a delightful village within seven miles of Dublin , and nearly adjoining the romantic Leixlip , celebrated for its ...
Strana 7
... never be filled with equal talent . From what I recollect of the performances they were execrable : if such was Miss O'Neill's Thespian school , she must , indeed , have been a hea- ven - born actress ! One laughable incident I well ...
... never be filled with equal talent . From what I recollect of the performances they were execrable : if such was Miss O'Neill's Thespian school , she must , indeed , have been a hea- ven - born actress ! One laughable incident I well ...
Strana 8
... never be forgotten . On our progress towards the port of embarkation , we passed the neat little towns of Lisburn , its bleaching grounds pre- senting alternate streaks of emerald green and snowy white , extending as far as the eye ...
... never be forgotten . On our progress towards the port of embarkation , we passed the neat little towns of Lisburn , its bleaching grounds pre- senting alternate streaks of emerald green and snowy white , extending as far as the eye ...
Strana 13
... never be too liberal to their friends , and feel dissatified unless they press the best of what they possess upon their guests : this , too , is , occasionally , op- pressive , but it is an error on the side of hospitality . On the ...
... never be too liberal to their friends , and feel dissatified unless they press the best of what they possess upon their guests : this , too , is , occasionally , op- pressive , but it is an error on the side of hospitality . On the ...
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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...