Frank Beresford, Or, Life in the ArmyC.J. Skeet, 1858 - 411 strán (strany) |
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Adela Adjutant amongst arms Auld Lang Syne AWKWARD SQUAD Baillie Baillie's barracks Belleville Beresford bugle rang called Captain Fidgettie Castle chap CHAPTER Commanding officer Conway corps cried dance Demerara depôt detachment deuce disgust Doctor drill Drillhard drum duty enquired Ensign Fast feel fellow felt Finnikin fire Frank gentlemen Goodfellow Gull Rock hand head quarters hills hour Huntingtown Jaques joined lady land crabs laugh Lieutenant Damain looked Lord Machonochie Major Topsawyer Marquis ment mess mess room Mistress Mac Farlane morning never night O'Brien party Pat Mahoney perhaps pull Rackett regiment replied Damain returned roar scene Scotch seemed seen Sergeant Shakelbow Shakespere shewed Shuffelton Skenedhu Slowbody snow soldier soon sort stood sure tell there's thing took town Tracey turned ugly West Indies whilst word yer honour young
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Strana 399 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Strana 225 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 399 - With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her, Dashed all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished.
Strana 179 - A fig for those by law protected ! Liberty's a glorious feast ! Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest. What is title ? what is treasure ? What is reputation's care ? If we lead a life of pleasure, 'Tis no matter, how or where ! A fig, &c.
Strana 29 - Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed ? Do you hear, let them be well used, for they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time : after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
Strana 393 - This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns : Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And to the nightingale's complaining notes Tune my distresses, and record my woes.
Strana 178 - Should auld acquaintance be forgot And days o' lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne. We'll take a cup o
Strana 122 - Why, soldiers, why Should we be melancholy, boys, Why, soldiers, why ? Whose business 'tis to die...
Strana 256 - And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas Olympus- high ; and duck again as low As hell's from heaven. If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy ; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute, That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Strana 401 - Memory precludes happiness, whatever Rogers may say or write to the contrary, for it borrows from the past, to imbitter the present, bringing back to us all the grief that has most wounded, or the happiness that has most charmed us ; the first leaving its sting, and of the second, — ' Nessun maggior dolore, Che ricordarsi del tempo felice, Nulla miseria...