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 69
... widow , who will show you every kindness . You must listen to advice while there , for it is a wild country , and these are troublesome times . Mr. Newnham and his brother are the nearest magistrates , to whom I have furnished you with ...
... widow , who will show you every kindness . You must listen to advice while there , for it is a wild country , and these are troublesome times . Mr. Newnham and his brother are the nearest magistrates , to whom I have furnished you with ...
Strana 71
... widow Malone , could boast of one bed fit for the noble lions of the lord of the manor himself . Into this I was regularly inducted . The sergeant and party had a well - secured out - house entirely to themselves , in which they found ...
... widow Malone , could boast of one bed fit for the noble lions of the lord of the manor himself . Into this I was regularly inducted . The sergeant and party had a well - secured out - house entirely to themselves , in which they found ...
Strana 73
... widow Malone , who had one of the handsomest faces that ever remained to a woman at forty years and eighteen- stone weight , was up and stirring , and received me with a thousand kind welcomes , not unmixed with expressions of sur ...
... widow Malone , who had one of the handsomest faces that ever remained to a woman at forty years and eighteen- stone weight , was up and stirring , and received me with a thousand kind welcomes , not unmixed with expressions of sur ...
Strana 96
... widow Ma- lone , who seemed to have forgotten my past folly or , to believe that it was but a natural and excusable homage to her charms , was all kindness ; and made me a large basin of sherry whey , which , when I was snug in bed ...
... widow Ma- lone , who seemed to have forgotten my past folly or , to believe that it was but a natural and excusable homage to her charms , was all kindness ; and made me a large basin of sherry whey , which , when I was snug in bed ...
Strana 97
... widow had sent for to Trim ; besides some truly delicious Boyne trout , the present of my sporting Ollapod . The only return I could make him , -for his bill was only three shil- lings , as I recollect , -was to employ him to examine my ...
... widow had sent for to Trim ; besides some truly delicious Boyne trout , the present of my sporting Ollapod . The only return I could make him , -for his bill was only three shil- lings , as I recollect , -was to employ him to examine 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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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...