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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... minds , we torture our tempers with idle vituperations of disappointment and regret . Behold the ocean , which has often been beauti- fully compared to human life ; and learn from it what the state of that man must be , who returns to ...
... minds , we torture our tempers with idle vituperations of disappointment and regret . Behold the ocean , which has often been beauti- fully compared to human life ; and learn from it what the state of that man must be , who returns to ...
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... mind gave way , and in distraction she assured her lover , that she would never be his without the consent of those to whom she was indebted for her being . You know how loath a hot - blooded , high - minded young fellow is to resign ...
... mind gave way , and in distraction she assured her lover , that she would never be his without the consent of those to whom she was indebted for her being . You know how loath a hot - blooded , high - minded young fellow is to resign ...
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... mind while memory shoots through his brain . This is , indeed , horrible ! " If my presence could recall the departed spirit -if in my capacity of comforter I could effect any thing , I would fly instantly home ! Good God ! I was on the ...
... mind while memory shoots through his brain . This is , indeed , horrible ! " If my presence could recall the departed spirit -if in my capacity of comforter I could effect any thing , I would fly instantly home ! Good God ! I was on the ...
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... mind easy . The mournful event might have happened had I been present , therefore I do not blame . - But it is horrible ; and I am overwhelmed , as well on my own account as on yours , lest you should sink under the weight of sorrow ...
... mind easy . The mournful event might have happened had I been present , therefore I do not blame . - But it is horrible ; and I am overwhelmed , as well on my own account as on yours , lest you should sink under the weight of sorrow ...
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... mind from dwelling upon that which neither you nor I can now remedy . Leave your family to Mr. T and myself . " I am happy to say Mrs. Wilford and your daughter bear up as they ought to do . Your son has only the feelings of a child ...
... mind from dwelling upon that which neither you nor I can now remedy . Leave your family to Mr. T and myself . " I am happy to say Mrs. Wilford and your daughter bear up as they ought to do . Your son has only the feelings of a child ...
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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.