The Evergreen, Volum 1J. Winchester, 1840 |
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Pàgina 21
... thought . Often at night , when all were in their berths , except myself and the helmsman , and other two hands , I have observed him gazing steadfastly upon me for hours to gether . This behaviour would fill my mind with such fearful ...
... thought . Often at night , when all were in their berths , except myself and the helmsman , and other two hands , I have observed him gazing steadfastly upon me for hours to gether . This behaviour would fill my mind with such fearful ...
Pàgina 31
... thought . ' " She says it is in Dryden , and I say it is in Goldsmith . The wager is a pair of gloves . You shall be umpire . Which is right ! " " Neither , " replied Mr. Flipp , with his habitual readi- " The line is the thirty - ninth ...
... thought . ' " She says it is in Dryden , and I say it is in Goldsmith . The wager is a pair of gloves . You shall be umpire . Which is right ! " " Neither , " replied Mr. Flipp , with his habitual readi- " The line is the thirty - ninth ...
Pàgina 36
... thought not of danger when plying the oar , But were feeble in spirit when moping on shore . II . In Childhood our nurse was the murmuring sea : The voice of its waters proclaims ' We are free ! ' The thunder of waves or the shriek of ...
... thought not of danger when plying the oar , But were feeble in spirit when moping on shore . II . In Childhood our nurse was the murmuring sea : The voice of its waters proclaims ' We are free ! ' The thunder of waves or the shriek of ...
Pàgina 39
... thought he was better known than the Duke of Wellington or the traveling piper . Well , I must tell you the story , for it has a moral , too indeed . several morals ; but you'll find them out for yourself . Well , it seems that one day ...
... thought he was better known than the Duke of Wellington or the traveling piper . Well , I must tell you the story , for it has a moral , too indeed . several morals ; but you'll find them out for yourself . Well , it seems that one day ...
Pàgina 40
... thought of Seine's empurpled flood , And good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried unto the living God , who rules the fate of war , To fight for his own holy name , and Henry of Navarre . The king is come to ...
... thought of Seine's empurpled flood , And good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried unto the living God , who rules the fate of war , To fight for his own holy name , and Henry of Navarre . The king is come to ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 40 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Pàgina 2 - I wandered by the brook-side, I wandered by the mill, I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still. There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird—- But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
Pàgina 76 - And Esau hated Jacob because of the blessing wherewith his father blessed him : and Esau said in his heart, The days of mourning for my father are at hand ; then will I slay my brother Jacob.
Pàgina 191 - ... naked, from ceiled roofs to arched coffins, from living like gods to die like men. There is enough to cool the flames of lust, to abate the heights of pride, to appease the itch of covetous desires, to sully and dash out the dissembling colours of a lustful, artificial, and imaginary beauty. There the warlike and the peaceful, the fortunate and the miserable, the beloved and the despised princes mingle their dust, and pay down their symbol of mortality, and tell all the world, that when we die...
Pàgina 99 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
Pàgina 40 - The king is come to marshal us, in all his armor drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, in deafening shout,
Pàgina 212 - There was an old woman who lived In a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Pàgina 44 - THE BELEAGUERED CITY. I HAVE read, in some old marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead.
Pàgina 99 - IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. , Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May.
Pàgina 40 - Bartholomew," was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down, with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.