Tales of Field and Flood;: With Sketches of Life at HomeOliver & Boyd, Tweeddale-court; and Simpkin & Marshall, London., 1829 - 329 páginas |
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... woods , which Spring then clad in her green array , and gladdened with her choral hymn . Since then I have met her on distant shores , - have seen her come and go , -have bade her welcome and farewell , as she passed like a fairy vision ...
... woods , which Spring then clad in her green array , and gladdened with her choral hymn . Since then I have met her on distant shores , - have seen her come and go , -have bade her welcome and farewell , as she passed like a fairy vision ...
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... woods . He salutes us through the green foliage , whose dewdrops sprinkled over us shed freshness and balm upon the fevered brow . Sweet is the breeze of the morning , -the breath of nature , - although on the line of march the fumes of ...
... woods . He salutes us through the green foliage , whose dewdrops sprinkled over us shed freshness and balm upon the fevered brow . Sweet is the breeze of the morning , -the breath of nature , - although on the line of march the fumes of ...
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... woods , or wending round some vine - clad hill , to hear the inspiring strains of our country ascending in the air , and mingling with the me- lodies of the morning in a foreign land ! Occasionally , too , at a turn of the road , some ...
... woods , or wending round some vine - clad hill , to hear the inspiring strains of our country ascending in the air , and mingling with the me- lodies of the morning in a foreign land ! Occasionally , too , at a turn of the road , some ...
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... wood , wafts to the heart a gleam of peace and home , and Sabbath hours , and a chastening thought of Time and Eternity . At length we reach the village , whose inhabit- ants are all on the tip - toe of curiosity to behold us , and do ...
... wood , wafts to the heart a gleam of peace and home , and Sabbath hours , and a chastening thought of Time and Eternity . At length we reach the village , whose inhabit- ants are all on the tip - toe of curiosity to behold us , and do ...
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... wood , where the minstrel of the night plains to the sky , and faintly glim- mer through the grove the lights of a distant town , -while around me , and pavilioned in their pale tents , are the warring hosts of banded na- tions . Slowly ...
... wood , where the minstrel of the night plains to the sky , and faintly glim- mer through the grove the lights of a distant town , -while around me , and pavilioned in their pale tents , are the warring hosts of banded na- tions . Slowly ...
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Tales of Field and Flood; with Sketches of Life at Home John Malcolm Sin vista previa disponible - 2020 |
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Términos y frases comunes
agony amidst Armagh arrived battle beau ideal beauty began beheld betwixt Borough Botany Bay bride Caithness Calais calm camp cheek choly circumstance cold crystal waters dance dark dead death deep distant dreams Dundalk earth entered face fair Falmouth fearful feelings fire Francesca Zamora friends gaze gentleman gleam grave green happy hath haunts heard heart Heaven hills hope horror hour human human voice immediately Ireland Jack ladies land lence length light look Macara Magnus melan ment mingle morning nature never night once Orcadians Orkney ORKNEY WEDDING pale Paris party passed Peninsular Campaigns Père la Chaise pleasure Pyrenees recollections regiment reverie sail scene seemed seen shadow ship shore smiles soldier solitude soon sorrow sound stood storm stranger Sule Skerry sweet tent thing tion village voice wander Welsh rabbits wild woods wounded young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 319 - A land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth, Time-tutored age, and love-exalted youth : The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so bountiful and fair, Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air. In every clime, the...
Página 99 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Página 173 - I'll look into them : so, giving up the argument, — I went straight to my lodgings, put up half a dozen shirts and a black pair of silk breeches ; —
Página 151 - One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting...
Página 15 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Página 319 - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
Página 55 - Oh, grief, beyond all other griefs, when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world, without that only tie For which it loved to live or fear'd to die ; — Lorn as the hung-up lute, that ne'er hath spoken Since the sad day its master-chord was broken...
Página 182 - Blest power of sunshine ! genial Day, What balm, what life is in thy ray ! To feel thee is such real bliss, That had the world no joy but this, To sit in suushine calm and sweet, — It were a world too exquisite For man to leave it for the gloom, The deep, cold shadow of the tomb...
Página 196 - They mourn, but smile at length; and, smiling, mourn: The tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn...
Página 286 - Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night : — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light.