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Page 30
... called for refreshment . The soldiers marched on , and left him alone . He drank a few bottles with the landlord ; and when night came on , he desired him to put him on the the way to the out - posts of the French 30.
... called for refreshment . The soldiers marched on , and left him alone . He drank a few bottles with the landlord ; and when night came on , he desired him to put him on the the way to the out - posts of the French 30.
Page 37
... called society , where noise and ribaldry were echoed by voluptuousness and in- decency . The night was spent in a way Harolde wished to forget when he came to his senses , and which Freeman blushed to think of before the sun gave ...
... called society , where noise and ribaldry were echoed by voluptuousness and in- decency . The night was spent in a way Harolde wished to forget when he came to his senses , and which Freeman blushed to think of before the sun gave ...
Page 41
... run to and fro , but could render no assistance ; and the master , quitting the helm , resigned himself to despair , and called on the Vir- gin most piteously for help . C 3 " And " And now lash'd on by destiny severe , With 41.
... run to and fro , but could render no assistance ; and the master , quitting the helm , resigned himself to despair , and called on the Vir- gin most piteously for help . C 3 " And " And now lash'd on by destiny severe , With 41.
Page 46
... called sporting ) , de- scended into the vale , and rested himself on a bench at the door of a cottage , whose inhabitants , with genuine Greek hospita- lity , which has never altered since the days of Homer and Hesiod , presented him ...
... called sporting ) , de- scended into the vale , and rested himself on a bench at the door of a cottage , whose inhabitants , with genuine Greek hospita- lity , which has never altered since the days of Homer and Hesiod , presented him ...
Page 59
... called Penelope's Garden , " for no other reason than that fondness the modern inhabitants have of doing honour to the glory of their ancestors , with whose histories the very lowest vinedresser is familiar . 66 On On this spot Harolde ...
... called Penelope's Garden , " for no other reason than that fondness the modern inhabitants have of doing honour to the glory of their ancestors , with whose histories the very lowest vinedresser is familiar . 66 On On this spot Harolde ...
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Abbess Abydos acquainted affairs Ali Pacha ambassador amongst amuse anxiety appeared arms arrived attended Bere Berenice Berenice's Bernardo betwixt boat British Cagliari Captain Captain Styles CHAP Childe Harolde Colonel convent Corfu cottage Count St Countess Cyprus Darley daughter dear death deed Demetrius dreadful Estora expence Famagusta father favour firman Florian fortune Freeman gave Grecian Greek Guila hand happy Harolde's heart honour intrigue island Ithaca lady Lampedosa Lamska land learnt Lernicah Lord Harolde Malta Marchioness Mark's Place Marquis ment Mitylene mother murderer nardo native never noble nobleman nuns old Bashaw once Pacha paid palace Palmerosa passport Pella Ravenna remain renice residence rolde rolde's sailed Sardinian scene seized sent servant shew ship shore Signior Silveira slaves thing threw tion took Trapani Turin Turkish Turks Venetian Venice vessel virtues WANDERINGS wife yacht young Count young St
Popular passages
Page 83 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Page 130 - When youthful Love, warm-blu.shing strong, Keen-shivering shot thy nerves along, Those accents, grateful to thy tongue, Th' adored Name, I taught thee how to pour in song, To soothe thy flame "I saw thy pulse's maddening play, Wild send thee Pleasure's devious way. Misled by Fancy's meteor ray, By Passion driven; But yet the light that led astray, Was light from Heaven.
Page 83 - Heaven forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all.
Page 157 - Hyenas in the wild, and mermaids on the shore ; Till, led by thee o'er many a cliff sublime, He found a warmer world, a milder clime, A home to rest, a shelter to defend, Peace and repose, a Briton and a friend...
Page 40 - And now, lash'd on by destiny severe, With horror fraught, the dreadful scene drew near! The ship hangs hovering on the verge of death, Hell yawns, rocks rise, and breakers roar beneath!— In vain, alas! the sacred shades of yore Would arm the mind with philosophic lore; In vain they'd teach us, at the latest breath, To smile serene amid the pangs of death.
Page 36 - Be to their faults a little blind, Be to their virtues very kind, Let all their thoughts be unconfined, A.nd clap your padlock on the mind.
Page 218 - Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save ! Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name we wave the sword on high ! And swear for her to live ! with her to die...
Page 184 - Seven Sermons." This book I read with the most thrilling interest. I fairly devoured its contents, and endeavored to find from it some gleam of hope — " Some beam of day to shine on me, To save me from despair;" and "as cold water to a thirsty soul, or good news from a far country," it proved a balm to my wounded spirit. Hope again sprung up in my heart, and I was comforted with the conviction that God would have mercy and abundantly pardon. One day my wife manifested great anxiety to have me go...
Page 213 - Doomed o'er the world's precarious scene to sweep, Swift as the tempest travels on the deep, To know Delight but by her parting smile, And toil, and wish, and weep, a little while; Then melt, ye elements, that formed in vain This troubled pulse, and visionary brain! Fade, ye wild flowers, memorials of my doom! And sink, ye stars, that light me to the tomb...
Page 178 - IN joyous youth, what soul hath never known Thought, feeling, taste, harmonious to its own ? Who hath not paused while Beauty's pensive eye Ask'd from his heart the homage of a sigh...