Continental Adventures: A Novel, Volume 1Hurst, Robinson, 1826 - 400 pages |
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... ends , defeats them . She might remember the words of Solomon , surely it is in vain that the snare is laid in the sight of any bird . ' All her springes to catch woodcocks have failed . Her traps are useless , and after 8 ENGLAND .
... ends , defeats them . She might remember the words of Solomon , surely it is in vain that the snare is laid in the sight of any bird . ' All her springes to catch woodcocks have failed . Her traps are useless , and after 8 ENGLAND .
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... sight of the long , lank , petticoated men that came to pilot us into Dieppe harbour ! -blessed the moment in which we set foot on the shores of France , ( or indeed on any shores , for all would have been alike welcome ) , but still ...
... sight of the long , lank , petticoated men that came to pilot us into Dieppe harbour ! -blessed the moment in which we set foot on the shores of France , ( or indeed on any shores , for all would have been alike welcome ) , but still ...
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... sight of a French Diligence , that tremendous machine ! inside of which I counted no less than sixteen persons , two of whom were fiddling for the diversion of the rest . Nor did we stare less at the huge jack boots and long floured ...
... sight of a French Diligence , that tremendous machine ! inside of which I counted no less than sixteen persons , two of whom were fiddling for the diversion of the rest . Nor did we stare less at the huge jack boots and long floured ...
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... sights and proceedings we saw during a single day in France . I also spare you all descrip- tion of the beautiful windings of the Seine , by whose course we journeyed ; of the views we beheld , of the ancient cathedral of Rouen , the ...
... sights and proceedings we saw during a single day in France . I also spare you all descrip- tion of the beautiful windings of the Seine , by whose course we journeyed ; of the views we beheld , of the ancient cathedral of Rouen , the ...
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... sight of a vineyard , which we beheld , for the first time , a few leagues beyond Rouen , and which I had expected to be the most beautiful and luxuriant object in the world — but it is frightful . It is nothing better than a dirty ...
... sight of a vineyard , which we beheld , for the first time , a few leagues beyond Rouen , and which I had expected to be the most beautiful and luxuriant object in the world — but it is frightful . It is nothing better than a dirty ...
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Page 3 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Page 178 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Page 150 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! But soft ! but soft ! aside : here comes the king.
Page 178 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.
Page 158 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed...
Page 141 - Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O : Her 'prentice han' she try'd on man, An
Page 346 - The natural music of the mountain reed — For here the patriarchal days are not A pastoral fable — pipes in the liberal air, Mixed with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd; My soul would drink those echoes.
Page 346 - The mists boil up around the glaciers ; clouds Rise curling fast beneath me, white and sulphury, Like foam from the roused ocean of deep Hell, Whose every wave breaks on a living shore Heap'd with the damn'd like pebbles.
Page 214 - THE King of France, with twenty thousand men, Went up the hill, and then came down again ; The King of Spain, with twenty thousand more, Climbed the same hill the French had climbed before.
Page x - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuff's out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.