The Discarded Son; Or, Haunt of the Banditti: A Tale, Volume 1A.K. Newman, 1825 |
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... THAT the race is not always to the swift , nor the battle to the strong ; neither bread to the wise , nor yet riches to the men of understanding , nor favour to men of skill -all ages , all countries have furnished us with instances ...
... THAT the race is not always to the swift , nor the battle to the strong ; neither bread to the wise , nor yet riches to the men of understanding , nor favour to men of skill -all ages , all countries have furnished us with instances ...
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The Discarded Son; Or, Haunt of the Banditti: A Tale, Volume 1 Regina Maria Roche Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 120 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Pagina 170 - Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command, A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill, A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.
Pagina 42 - ... tall, And throwing up into the darkest gloom Of neighbouring cypress or more sable yew Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf That the wind severs from the broken wave ; The lilac, various in array, now white, Now sanguine, and her beauteous head now set With purple spikes pyramidal, as if Studious of ornament, yet unresolved Which hue she most approved, she chose them all...
Pagina 255 - Be it not done in pride or in presumption. Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Pagina 56 - Believe me, royal youth, thy fruit must be 250 Or gather'd ripe, or rot upon the tree. Heaven has to all allotted, soon or late, Some lucky revolution of their fate...
Pagina 208 - O lay me, ye that see the light, near some rock of my hills! let the thick hazels be around, let the rustling oak be near. Green be the place of my rest; let the sound of the distant torrent be heard.
Pagina 204 - What then remains, but, after past annoy, To take the good vicissitude of joy? To thank the gracious gods for what they give, Possess our souls, and while we live, to live? Ordain we then two sorrows to combine, And in one point the extremes of grief to join; That thence resulting joy may be renew'd, As jarring notes in harmony conclude.
Pagina 1 - I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to the men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill ; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
Pagina 1 - Bounding between the ocean and the air, Like Perseus mounted on his Pegasus. Then where are those weak rivals of the main ? Or, to avoid the tempest, fled to port, Or made a prey to Neptune. Even thus Do empty show, and true-prized worth, divide In storms of fortune.