Grace Darling, the Maid of the IslesW. & T. Fordyce, Dean street.--To be had also of the booksellers in London, Edinburgh, 1839 - 480 pagina's |
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Pagina 9
... possessed a mind of no ordinary kind ; and with a taste for literature , he was led to devote every hour of leisure to the pe- rusal of books , and the nature of his studies was such as tended to give a depth and intelligence to his ...
... possessed a mind of no ordinary kind ; and with a taste for literature , he was led to devote every hour of leisure to the pe- rusal of books , and the nature of his studies was such as tended to give a depth and intelligence to his ...
Pagina 10
... possessed by the young chamois . These compliments gratifying the paternal pride of Mr. Darling so as to throw off all restraint , he brought out the young stranger , whom he presented to his noble visitors . Our heroine , even at this ...
... possessed by the young chamois . These compliments gratifying the paternal pride of Mr. Darling so as to throw off all restraint , he brought out the young stranger , whom he presented to his noble visitors . Our heroine , even at this ...
Pagina 13
... possessed a taste and fond- ness for literature , which enabled her at all times to derive amusement from the perusal of books , and this prevented her ever feeling the hours passed on that lonely island , dull or devoid of interest ...
... possessed a taste and fond- ness for literature , which enabled her at all times to derive amusement from the perusal of books , and this prevented her ever feeling the hours passed on that lonely island , dull or devoid of interest ...
Pagina 25
... possessing too many enjoyments , and distract- ing his mind from serious contemplations . Nor could he have chosen a place better adapt- ed for a life of gloom and mortification than the island he selected , and where he spent Ꭰ the ...
... possessing too many enjoyments , and distract- ing his mind from serious contemplations . Nor could he have chosen a place better adapt- ed for a life of gloom and mortification than the island he selected , and where he spent Ꭰ the ...
Pagina 45
... possessed with his father , to induce him to bestow upon Dud- ley the hand of Isora , imagining , from what he had witnessed , be was already in posses- sion of her heart . The entreaties of Don Se- bastian prevailed ; the marquis was ...
... possessed with his father , to induce him to bestow upon Dud- ley the hand of Isora , imagining , from what he had witnessed , be was already in posses- sion of her heart . The entreaties of Don Se- bastian prevailed ; the marquis was ...
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Grace Darling, the Maid of the Isles [By J. Vernon] Jerrold Vernon,Bristol Medico-Chirurgical Society Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016 |
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Pagina 170 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy...
Pagina 24 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime, Dark-heaving, boundless, endless and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Pagina 304 - AS a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow, While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile, Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.
Pagina 396 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale, Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Pagina 170 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, aye, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the Tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by Death revealed!
Pagina 7 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Pagina 40 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Pagina 129 - What Exile from himself can flee ? To zones though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of life— the demon Thought.
Pagina 295 - Oh, sooner shall the rose of May Mistake her own sweet nightingale, And to some meaner minstrel's lay Open her bosom's glowing veil, Than Love shall ever doubt a tone, A breath of the beloved one!
Pagina 223 - 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.