The Staff Officer; Or, The Soldier of Fortune: A Tale of Real Life, Volumen2E. L. Carey & A. Hart, 1833 |
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... months of that age at which the commander - in - chief , according to the latest regu- lations , admitted young gentlemen to hold commissions . It was a favourite object with the father to place his son in that particular regiment , as ...
... months of that age at which the commander - in - chief , according to the latest regu- lations , admitted young gentlemen to hold commissions . It was a favourite object with the father to place his son in that particular regiment , as ...
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... months , as ensign . What corps had the honour of his name , perhaps for a day only as lieutenant , I did not think it worth while to in- quire ; it was sufficiently mortifying to me that his father's weight of purse had , raised him to ...
... months , as ensign . What corps had the honour of his name , perhaps for a day only as lieutenant , I did not think it worth while to in- quire ; it was sufficiently mortifying to me that his father's weight of purse had , raised him to ...
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... months . In his agreeable society I found some refuge from the heterogeneous mixture of dulness and depravity in this huge focus of thieving and theology - murder and methodism - crime and calico . As we never appeared in regimentals ...
... months . In his agreeable society I found some refuge from the heterogeneous mixture of dulness and depravity in this huge focus of thieving and theology - murder and methodism - crime and calico . As we never appeared in regimentals ...
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... months ; and as I turned my thoughts from the world my heart smote me for the neglect . There is a time when every man is struck with a sense of his mortality , and feels the force of a truth to which he has as- sented merely from ...
... months ; and as I turned my thoughts from the world my heart smote me for the neglect . There is a time when every man is struck with a sense of his mortality , and feels the force of a truth to which he has as- sented merely from ...
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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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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 |
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
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