The Staff Officer; Or, The Soldier of Fortune: A Tale of Real Life, Volumen2E. L. Carey & A. Hart, 1833 |
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... dear girl ; I therefore waited in almost breath- less silence , the issue of this nocturnal visit , and felt my heart relieved from a heavy weight as I beheld her once more glide from the room , retiring with the noiseless motion of a ...
... dear girl ; I therefore waited in almost breath- less silence , the issue of this nocturnal visit , and felt my heart relieved from a heavy weight as I beheld her once more glide from the room , retiring with the noiseless motion of a ...
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... dear sex , I never could for a moment suffer a thought of regard to enter my mind for any of those heartless beauties ; for such , with the aid of rouge , indian ink , and pearl powder , they contrived to appear . Perhaps of all persons ...
... dear sex , I never could for a moment suffer a thought of regard to enter my mind for any of those heartless beauties ; for such , with the aid of rouge , indian ink , and pearl powder , they contrived to appear . Perhaps of all persons ...
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... dear little nurse had , night after night , during my illness , occupied while watch- ing my broken slumbers . Every nicety that could tempt the reviving appetite of the convalescent was prepared for me by her own hands ; and her keen ...
... dear little nurse had , night after night , during my illness , occupied while watch- ing my broken slumbers . Every nicety that could tempt the reviving appetite of the convalescent was prepared for me by her own hands ; and her keen ...
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... - a few weeks or months behold me wafted to some distant regions , where no such angel as she I now enfold in my arms shall cheer my exile ! Yet such , dear girl , is the soldier's fate . OR , THE SOLDIER OF Fortune . 35.
... - a few weeks or months behold me wafted to some distant regions , where no such angel as she I now enfold in my arms shall cheer my exile ! Yet such , dear girl , is the soldier's fate . OR , THE SOLDIER OF Fortune . 35.
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... dear , dear Anna , let me once more press you to my grateful heart , and let us yield to the advice of the kindest of fathers . " The little creature , who had almost fainted at the first part of my cold and formal lecture , now ...
... dear , dear Anna , let me once more press you to my grateful heart , and let us yield to the advice of the kindest of fathers . " The little creature , who had almost fainted at the first part of my cold and formal lecture , now ...
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The Staff Officer: Or, the Soldier of Fortune: A Tale of Real Life Oliver Moore Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
The Staff Officer: Or, the Soldier of Fortune: A Tale of Real Life Oliver Moore Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
The Staff Officer: Or, the Soldier of Fortune: A Tale of Real Life Oliver Moore Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
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Página 205 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 98 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Página 92 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Página 39 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Página 201 - The adventures follow each other with delightful rapidity and variety ; occasionally there is a deep and thrilling touch of pathos, which we feel not a bit the less acutely, because the trouble and wo of the parties have originated in the familiar and somewhat laughable act of pulling an ear.
Página 202 - Admirable. Truly, intensely Irish. The whole book has the brogue — never were the outrageous whimsicalities of that strange, wild, imaginative people so characteristically displayed; nor, in the midst of all the fun, frolic, and folly, is there any dearth of poetry, pathos, and passion. The author's a jewel, and he will be reviewed next number. Shepherd. The Eerishers are marchin in leeterature, pawri pashu? wi