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... officer who had given me the assignat the night before. “General La Costel”
cried I, in delight, for I thought him already a friend. “How is this—have I an
acquaintance here?” said he, smiling; “on my life! it's the young rogue I met this
morning.
... officer who had given me the assignat the night before. “General La Costel”
cried I, in delight, for I thought him already a friend. “How is this—have I an
acquaintance here?” said he, smiling; “on my life! it's the young rogue I met this
morning.
Страница 31
When the men were safely housed for the night, I invited my new friend to my own
quarters, where, having provided the best entertainment I could afford, we
passed more than half the night in chatting. There was nothing above mediocrity
in ...
When the men were safely housed for the night, I invited my new friend to my own
quarters, where, having provided the best entertainment I could afford, we
passed more than half the night in chatting. There was nothing above mediocrity
in ...
Страница 36
But for the tempestuousness of the night, which delayed the meeting of the three
separate bands, commanded by Frost, Zachariah Williams, and Jones the
watchmaker of Pontypool, who had undertaken to collect 10,000 men, the
inhabitants ...
But for the tempestuousness of the night, which delayed the meeting of the three
separate bands, commanded by Frost, Zachariah Williams, and Jones the
watchmaker of Pontypool, who had undertaken to collect 10,000 men, the
inhabitants ...
Страница 54
I taste no food—long nights I'm sleepless lying; Sobs heave my bosom; rest and
peace are fled: If to my strong love still ... I know not heat from cold, nor night from
morrow, Nor the tame hen from cuckoo of the dell ; My friends I know not—but to ...
I taste no food—long nights I'm sleepless lying; Sobs heave my bosom; rest and
peace are fled: If to my strong love still ... I know not heat from cold, nor night from
morrow, Nor the tame hen from cuckoo of the dell ; My friends I know not—but to ...
Страница 56
“Long is the night, and my heart is devoid Of warmth, as the wintry sun's gleaming
: I'm a plundered man, and my home's destroyd; ut a deed I must do that's
beseeming.” “Then with thee will I go, my faithful love! To the lone haunted Dun" ...
“Long is the night, and my heart is devoid Of warmth, as the wintry sun's gleaming
: I'm a plundered man, and my home's destroyd; ut a deed I must do that's
beseeming.” “Then with thee will I go, my faithful love! To the lone haunted Dun" ...
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Страница 220 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Страница 214 - Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity to glorious gain ; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower ; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
Страница 213 - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every Man in arms should wish to be ? It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his childish thought...
Страница 214 - Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a Lover; and attired With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired ; And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw...
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Страница 331 - Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy — scooped out By help of dreams, can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our minds, into the mind of man, My haunt, and the main region of my song.
Страница 214 - Tis he whose law is reason; who depends Upon that law as on the best of friends; Whence, in a state where men are tempted still To evil for a guard against worse ill...
Страница 333 - Invisible, yet liveth to the heart ; O'er all that leaps and runs, and shouts and sings, Or beats the gladsome air ; o'er all that glides Beneath the wave, yea, in the wave itself, And mighty depth of waters. Wonder not If high the transport, great the joy I felt, Communing in this sort through earth and heaven With every form of creature, as it looked Towards the Uncreated with a countenance Of adoration, with an eye of love. One song they sang, and it was audible, Most audible, then, when the fleshly...
Страница 122 - But the harvest time of Love is there. Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
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| Заглавие | The Dublin university magazine |
| Автор | University magazine |
| Сътрудник | Dublin city, univ |
| Публикувана | 1850 |
| Оригиналът е от | Оксфордският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 7 ноем. 2006 |
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