Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 67W. Blackwood., 1850 - England |
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... look of a military man in plain clothes - an Englishman , or , I rather thought , an Irishman . They re- cognised each other at once , and seem- ed to meet by appointment - left the office arm in arm , the new - comer carry- ing ...
... look of a military man in plain clothes - an Englishman , or , I rather thought , an Irishman . They re- cognised each other at once , and seem- ed to meet by appointment - left the office arm in arm , the new - comer carry- ing ...
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... look at your eye . Mr Y- , there's the chafriz ; that stone foun- tain , where you see the open space . " I stepped in that direction , and found an English servant , holding two horses . The Major had intended to " polish off " the ...
... look at your eye . Mr Y- , there's the chafriz ; that stone foun- tain , where you see the open space . " I stepped in that direction , and found an English servant , holding two horses . The Major had intended to " polish off " the ...
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... look : -saw at once that he was beat . In private , he might have urged his objections but , before the whole office , he could not appear to dissuade me from taking my turn at a duty , now considered anything but agreeable . No course ...
... look : -saw at once that he was beat . In private , he might have urged his objections but , before the whole office , he could not appear to dissuade me from taking my turn at a duty , now considered anything but agreeable . No course ...
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... look down on most of them , at that altitude . " " You don't see them , " said he . " You are looking at the coast range . Do you perceive nothing beyond ? " " Nothing but a few light clouds , " said I , " in the sickly blue of the ...
... look down on most of them , at that altitude . " " You don't see them , " said he . " You are looking at the coast range . Do you perceive nothing beyond ? " " Nothing but a few light clouds , " said I , " in the sickly blue of the ...
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... look a the pony ? " said he . Mr Q— sum- moned us to breakfast . Breakfast over , the lieutenant and his aide - de - camp took their leave . I went to look after my baggage , of which " my friend " had taken charge in the hurry of ...
... look a the pony ? " said he . Mr Q— sum- moned us to breakfast . Breakfast over , the lieutenant and his aide - de - camp took their leave . I went to look after my baggage , of which " my friend " had taken charge in the hurry of ...
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Page 306 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt, for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Page 618 - And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons; I have heard, The cock that is the trumpet to the morn Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day...
Page 306 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
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Page 63 - ... to remember the forgotten, to attend to the neglected, to visit the forsaken, and to compare and collate the distresses of all men in all countries. His plan is original ; and it is as full of genius as it is of humanity. It was a voyage of discovery, a circumnavigation of charity.
Page 304 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And ev'n those ills that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms...
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Page 391 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 492 - Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste ; But, with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.