Excursions and Adventures in New South Wales: With Pictures of Squatting and of Life in the Bush : an Account of the Climate, Productions, and Natural History of the Colony, and the Manners and Customs of the Natives, with Advice to Immigrants, Etc, Volumen1

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W. Shoberl, 1851 - 294 páginas
 

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Página 281 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
Página 296 - How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start?
Página 204 - Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks? Or wings and feathers unto the ostrich? Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, And warmeth them in the dust, And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may break them. She is hardened against her young ones, As though they were not hers...
Página 2 - Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him: but weep sore for him that goeth away: for he shall return no more, nor see his native country.
Página 54 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds. Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly * death itself awakes...
Página 35 - Six days shalt thou labor and do all thou art able, And on the seventh holystone the deck and scrape the cable.
Página 44 - Above, all ether fraught with scenes of woe With grim destruction threatens all below ; Beneath, the storm-lash'd surges furious rise, And wave uproll'd on wave assails the skies ; With ever-floating bulwarks they surround The ship, half swallow'd in the black profound.
Página 289 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Página 216 - Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great...
Página 44 - Still must I on.; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.

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