The Foreign Quarterly Review

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Treuttel and Würtz, Treuttel, Jun, and Richter, 1845
 

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Strana 356 - Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils. As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Strana 248 - ... corages) : Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages (And palmers for to seken straunge strondes) To...
Strana 426 - I distinguished in every direction, I ascended more than one in the hope of at least finding some vessel containing water. Alas ! they proved to be the habitations of large communities of social grosbeaks,* those winged republicans of whose architecture and magnificent edifices, I had, till now, entertained a very inadequate conception. Faint and bewildered, my prospects began to brighten as the shadows of evening lengthened. Large troops of ostriches running in one direction, plainly indicated that...
Strana 360 - ... towards the middle of thy belly, the region of the navel, and search the place of the heart, the seat of the soul. At first all will be dark and comfortless, but if you persevere day and night you will feel an ineffable joy , and no sooner has the soul discovered the place of the heart than it is involved in a mystic and ethereal light.
Strana 525 - She shall become, (for what she most abhors Shall have a fascination to entrap Her loathing will,) to her own conscious self All she appears to others...
Strana 248 - WHANNE that April with his shoures sote The droughte of March hath perced to the rote, And bathed every veine in swiche licour, Of whiche vertue engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eke with his sote brethe Enspired hath in every holt and hethe The tendre croppes...
Strana 356 - The prey is strong and he strives for life. Plunging oft with frantic bound, To shake the tyrant to the ground, He shrieks, he rushes through the waste, With glaring eye and headlong haste : In vain ! — the spoiler on his prize Rides proudly — tearing as he flies.
Strana 431 - ... a great extent of country being actually chequered black and white with their congregated masses. As the panic caused by the report of our rifles, extended, clouds of dust hovered over them ; and the long necks of troops of ostriches were also to be seen, towering above the heads of their less gigantic neighbours, and sailing past with astonishing rapidity. Groups of purple sassaybes, and brilliant red and yellow hartebeests, likewise lent their aid to complete the picture, which must have been...
Strana 122 - ... horses to pursue their march. The female slaves were, some of them, sitting on logs of wood, whilst others were standing, and a great many little black children were warming themselves at the fires of the bivouac. In front of them all, and prepared for the march, stood, in double files, about two hundred male slaves, manacled and chained to each other.
Strana 431 - The clatter of their hoofs was perfectly astounding, and I could compare it to nothing but to the din of a tremendous charge of cavalry, or the rushing of a mighty tempest. I could not estimate the accumulated numbers at less than fifteen thousand; a great extent of country being actually chequered black and white with their congregated masses.

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