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Strana 153 - He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha ; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains and the shouting.
Strana 153 - Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder? Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth on to meet the armed men.
Strana 104 - He paweth in the valley and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; Neither turneth he back from the sword.
Strana 90 - You gentlemen of England who live at home at ease, how little do you think upon " the dangers of this infernal hunting.
Strana 224 - Now a little good-looking, bustling gentleman, whose hair is turned prematurely gray, is joined by a slender, sleepless, ferret-eyed friend, who casts a furtive glance or two, whispers some short though deeply interesting sentence, when they separate and worm themselves into " the ring," on different sides, though with precisely the same object — (open your mouth only, and try them).
Strana 59 - Doomed o'er the world through devious paths to roam. Each clime my country, and each house my home, My soul is soothed, my cares have found an end; I greet my long-lost, unforgotten friend.
Strana 28 - France, who take the best seats at every table-d'hote, with an opinion they are equal to any prince, or clean, wellbehaved man in Christendom. The airs, language, and deportment of these commercial magnificos is something more than disgusting, — it is absolutely terrifying to quiet people. I heard a grey-bearded, moustached, dirty old dandy, with a crop of the true republican cut, his person hung in chains, and his dingy fingers encircled with rings, open the most violent tirade against England,...
Strana 246 - ... gentleman — a cut, let me tell you, it is in vain to look for in any other part of the world I ever saw. Consummate cleanliness, joined to exquisite taste in dress, is the peculiar feature that strikes you. The gentle voice, quiet composed manner, and harmonious, composed look, add a charm and a finish to the beauty of countenance that is certainly only found in the higher classes in England. I am endeavouring to form a collection of facts, and am far too matured to have any remaining tinge...
Strana 6 - ... a room in an inn, furnished with easy chairs, pictures, and Turkey carpet, with windows opening upon a lawn, across which, through vistas of laurel, rhododendron, and roses, you see the lovely prospect and distant hills, you fancy you have mistaken the hotel, and got into the Duke's shooting-box; but if you ring the bell, and order dinner, the very neatest of all country lasses will bring a trout, fresh from the stream, weighing a couple of pounds, place a chicken, boiled home-cured bacon, with...
Strana 219 - ... became an honest man ; and if at times he disguised his thoughts, as every prudent one would do in self-defence when false colours are hoisted at every peak, he did it by casting over them the dignified and graceful mantle of silence, and not by decking them in the gratuitous garb of turf-brigandage and deceit. He in whose veins flowed the same blood that was probably shed at Agincourt or Cressy could not have coolly asked for a reporter to a premeditated snare in speech. What think you of a...