Sir Henry Delmé, by a bushman |
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... travellers , who had made no acquaintances there ; others , English merchants , who had met George at the Opera and in the streets , but nowhere else . It is true , there was an exception to this , in the case of a hair - brained young ...
... travellers , who had made no acquaintances there ; others , English merchants , who had met George at the Opera and in the streets , but nowhere else . It is true , there was an exception to this , in the case of a hair - brained young ...
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... travellers neared Delmé . The old mansion looked as calm as ever . The blue smoke curled above its sombre roof ; and the rooks sailed over the chim- neys , flapping their wings , and cawing rejoicefully , 66 THE JOURNEY .
... travellers neared Delmé . The old mansion looked as calm as ever . The blue smoke curled above its sombre roof ; and the rooks sailed over the chim- neys , flapping their wings , and cawing rejoicefully , 66 THE JOURNEY .
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... vessel . The harbour had lost much of its bustle ; lights were already gleaming from the town , and as seen in some of the loftiest houses , looked as if suspended in the air above . Our traveller folded his 78 THE JOURNEY .
... vessel . The harbour had lost much of its bustle ; lights were already gleaming from the town , and as seen in some of the loftiest houses , looked as if suspended in the air above . Our traveller folded his 78 THE JOURNEY .
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sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) suspended in the air above . Our traveller folded his cloak around him , and was rowed swiftly to- wards the shore . CHAPTER VII . THE YOUNG GREEK . " But not THE JOURNEY . 79.
sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) suspended in the air above . Our traveller folded his cloak around him , and was rowed swiftly to- wards the shore . CHAPTER VII . THE YOUNG GREEK . " But not THE JOURNEY . 79.
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... traveller , and vociferously invoked carità . They accompanied this demand by the corrupted cry of " nix mun- jay " —nothing to eat , -which they enforced by most expressive gestures , extending their mouths , and exhibiting rows of ...
... traveller , and vociferously invoked carità . They accompanied this demand by the corrupted cry of " nix mun- jay " —nothing to eat , -which they enforced by most expressive gestures , extending their mouths , and exhibiting rows of ...
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Acmé Acmé's appeared arrived beauty beneath blood orange bright brother brow calèche Carl Obers carriage Caspar Chambéry CHAPTER charm cheek Clarendon Colonel Vavasour colours commenced dark dear dearest deemed deep Delancey Doctor Pormont driver Emily English face feelings felt Floriana flowers Frascati gave gaze gentle George Delmé George's girl Græme hair hand happy head heard heart hope horses hour Julia Leamington leave light lips looked lucid intervals malaria Malta Maltese marble mind Miss Vernon morning Naples never night Oliver Delancey once party passed Petrarch Pietro portico regiment replied Rome rose round sarcophagus scene seemed seen side Sir Henry Delmé Sir Henry's sister sleep smile soldier sorrow soul spirit stood story stranger sweet tears Thompson thou thought threw took travellers turned Tyrol Valletta Venice vessel voice wanderer youth
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Página 239 - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was : and the spirit shall return unto GOD Who gave it.
Página 44 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? B.ise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! LXXX.
Página 47 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Página 186 - tis sweet to view on high The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky. 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Página 11 - Ye Elements, in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted, can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot, Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot...
Página 62 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land — Good night...
Página 133 - ... where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away. I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups Those flowers made of light!
Página 179 - And when, at length, the mind shall be all free From what it hates in this degraded form, Reft of its carnal life, save what shall be Existent happier in the fly and worm, — When elements to elements conform, And dust is as it should be, shall I not Feel all I see, less dazzling, but more warm? The bodiless thought? the Spirit of each spot? Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot?
Página 220 - A being pass'd away ? The wonder lies In the mind merely of the wondering man. Treading the steps of common life with eyes Of curious inquisition, some will stare At each discovery of nature's ways, As it were new to find that God contrives. The contrary were marvellous to me, And till I find it I shall marvel not.
Página 59 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them ? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these? and stem A tide of suffering, rather than forego Such feelings for the hard and worldly phlegm Of those whose eyes are only turn'd below, Gazing upon the ground, with thoughts which dare not glow?