The Hobart Town Magazine, Том 2H. Melville, 1834 |
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appeared arms barque Bay of Islands beautiful bosom brig bright brow Bushrangers called Captain child Colony dark daughter dear death delight door earth Elias exclaimed father fear feelings fire Francesca François friends gaze gentleman graft hand happy hath head heard heart Heaven Hobart Town hope horse hour island kind lady Lady G Launceston leave light look Macquarie Harbour matter ment merry mind morning mother Mount Wellington mountains native never Newmarket night o'er observed once passed person poor present Reginald Reginald Owen rendered Robert Owen round scarcely scene schooner ship sister smile soon soul spirit sweet Sydney Tasmania tell thee thing thou thought tion Tonquin uncle Uncle Tom Van Diemen's Land vessel voice wild young youth Zealand
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Страница 243 - And why ? I was grieved at the wicked : I do also see the ungodly in such prosperity.
Страница 103 - But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread, But all the bloomy flush of life is fled...
Страница 103 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Страница 103 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Страница 151 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.
Страница 137 - Press her lips the while they glow With love that they have often told, — Hereafter thou mayst press in woe, And kiss them till thine own are cold. Press her lips the while they glow!
Страница 103 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school , The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind...
Страница 103 - She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn ; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
Страница 103 - Sweet was the sound, when oft at evening's close Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There, as I passed with careless steps and slow, The mingling notes came softened from below; The swain responsive as the milk-maid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school...
Страница 263 - ... supply all demands of this nature; and if the histories of every house were made public, you would shudder. Even in our small menage, our cook has committed murder, our footman burglary, and the housemaid bigamy ! But these formidable truths are hushed up, or tried to be so.