Forty years in the world; or, Sketches and tales of a soldier's life, by the author of Fifteen years in India, Volym 3 |
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... human life ; and learn from it what the state of that man must be , who returns to his native land after having been “ climatized ” in a strange region , and forced by the currents of cus- tom and example into harmony with all around ...
... human life ; and learn from it what the state of that man must be , who returns to his native land after having been “ climatized ” in a strange region , and forced by the currents of cus- tom and example into harmony with all around ...
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... - which you are permitted to decline as a regimental , or livery . " The march of intellect is removing every thing pre- judicial to the perfection of human nature , which is the object of science , and time will give the THE NABов . 19.
... - which you are permitted to decline as a regimental , or livery . " The march of intellect is removing every thing pre- judicial to the perfection of human nature , which is the object of science , and time will give the THE NABов . 19.
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... human whim may form one universal wreath , curling like smoke to the throne of omnipotence . Thus have I been political , in the hope of being useful . - I now return to the Nabob . He continued grumbling , and doing good , at ...
... human whim may form one universal wreath , curling like smoke to the throne of omnipotence . Thus have I been political , in the hope of being useful . - I now return to the Nabob . He continued grumbling , and doing good , at ...
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... human heart . So did George Mahommed , and William Gopagee . As for Charles Narrypunt , he thought of nothing but poneys , pop - guns , and squibs . The brothers and sisters were nearly all fortunate and happy . Their father and mother ...
... human heart . So did George Mahommed , and William Gopagee . As for Charles Narrypunt , he thought of nothing but poneys , pop - guns , and squibs . The brothers and sisters were nearly all fortunate and happy . Their father and mother ...
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... but over- whelmed with sorrow . Believe me , " Your very sincere friend , " R. T. " Here , then , gentle reader , was another awful in- stance of the insufficiency of wealth to constitute human security 28 THE NABOB .
... but over- whelmed with sorrow . Believe me , " Your very sincere friend , " R. T. " Here , then , gentle reader , was another awful in- stance of the insufficiency of wealth to constitute human security 28 THE NABOB .
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Forty years in the world; or, Sketches and tales of a soldier's ..., Volym 3 Robert Grenville Wallace Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1825 |
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Sida 293 - Know, all the good that individuals find, Or God and nature meant to mere mankind, Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words, health, peace, and competence But health consists with temperance alone ; And peace, oh virtue ! peace is all thy own.
Sida 13 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O ! I have suffered With those that I saw suffer : a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces.
Sida 38 - Rejoice the soul of thy servant : for unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul.
Sida 265 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Sida 39 - Existence may be borne, and the deep root Of life and sufferance make its firm abode In bare and desolated bosoms ; mute The camel labours with the heaviest load, And the wolf dies in silence...
Sida 1 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye. But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
Sida 231 - Then before All they stand — the holy vow And ring of gold, no fond illusions now, Bind her as his. Across the threshold led, And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, His house she enters — there to be a light Shining within, when all without is night ; A guardian- angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing...
Sida 250 - Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains, Winning from Reason's hand the reins, Pity and woe ! for such a mind Is soft, contemplative, and kind ; And woe to those who train such youth, And spare to press the rights of truth...
Sida 175 - And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence ? How the dear object from the crime remove, Or how distinguish penitence from love ? Unequal task ! a passion to resign, For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine. Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state, How often must it love, how often hate ! How often hope, despair, resent, regret, Conceal, disdain, — do all things but forget.
Sida 75 - Oh, how much doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem, For that sweet odour which doth in it live.