Romance of Travel: From Brest to the Isle of Bourbon, Brazil, &cJ. Blackwood, 1854 - 1 sider |
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... creatures with which Providence sometimes blesses the delicious regions of earth , and ingenuously told me all about her present position and sentiments , from which I found that her mother had , on her death bed , bequeathed this ...
... creatures with which Providence sometimes blesses the delicious regions of earth , and ingenuously told me all about her present position and sentiments , from which I found that her mother had , on her death bed , bequeathed this ...
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... creature . " In vain , " they observed , " has a young Englishman , at the risk of breaking his neck , come climbing about here , every day , for two months - he has not been honoured even with a glance . A young Frenchman , the manager ...
... creature . " In vain , " they observed , " has a young Englishman , at the risk of breaking his neck , come climbing about here , every day , for two months - he has not been honoured even with a glance . A young Frenchman , the manager ...
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... creatures around us ; so much was I captivated by the graceful and coquettish prattle of my fair companion , that I really forgot it was growing very late , and that I had to return to the city by a somewhat COTTAGE PIETY . 47 lonely ...
... creatures around us ; so much was I captivated by the graceful and coquettish prattle of my fair companion , that I really forgot it was growing very late , and that I had to return to the city by a somewhat COTTAGE PIETY . 47 lonely ...
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... creature , " I am very miserable , for they leave me without anything . " " In- deed ! " exclaimed the young girl , sharply , " who then takes care of you ? -your sons ! You should rather say that without us you would die of hunger ...
... creature , " I am very miserable , for they leave me without anything . " " In- deed ! " exclaimed the young girl , sharply , " who then takes care of you ? -your sons ! You should rather say that without us you would die of hunger ...
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... of an inferior race - one of which is animated by an in- stinct so ferocious , that it seems to exist only for the purpose of making other creatures subservient to its mon- strous appetite . CROSSING THE LINE . 63 A short time after our.
... of an inferior race - one of which is animated by an in- stinct so ferocious , that it seems to exist only for the purpose of making other creatures subservient to its mon- strous appetite . CROSSING THE LINE . 63 A short time after our.
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Side 295 - With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Side 307 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Side 309 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Side 300 - How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist ! And still it neared and neared : As if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged and tacked and veered. With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried,...
Side 316 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach.
Side 298 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Side 308 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Side 303 - I looked upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away; I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I...
Side 297 - The sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariner's hollo ! And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Side 302 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.